〈producer tag〉
〈intro〉
Ay luh whoo in this b#tch man (ay), better act like you know n#gg# (big burr), f#ck wrong wit you f#ck n#gg#s boy
〈verse 1〉
He don’t look familiar gang don’t let him close to me, 9-millimeter on tuck i up that b#tch it blow for me (ggraaa)
I call up gang he score for me, i won’t him dead he stole for me (he stole)
I up this b#tch that’s 30 shots, that’s what you get for trollin me (for trollin)
〈verse 2〉
I like f#cking opp hoes cause i know my life be on the line (the line yuh)
He send the distance bullets flying (what) we spin again ay press rewind (yuh)
Free luh moe he doin time (nah),yeah wе stay steppin bout these namеs (yuh)
Long live roy these p#ss# n#gg#s set him up and took his mind (p#ss#)
Long live fleek these n#gg#s talking but you know they ain’t want beef (they ain’t want sh#t)
And now we step up on they block and now we drop a man for free (deceased)
We dropped your man’s he dead forever he forever counting sheep (123)
Luh nae he pull up on your block and popped him with the arp (bop bop)
〈verse 3〉
He known to creep up on your block let off them shots put you to sleep (to sleep)
b#tch i walk up in the mall with a 30 in my britches (them britches)
b#tch i want your digits (them digits)
Cause that #ss fat hit from the back it take a minute (a minute)
The plug just hit my phone i gotta go its bout them benjis (them benjis)
Spark a wood smoke like a chimney (a chimney)
So b#tch don’t move wrong i dump this b#tch until its empty 〈tag〉 (grahhh)
〈verse 4〉
Luh whoo he coming through this b#tch clapping (clap bop bop bop)
And he ain’t playing n#gg# talking (what) so you know he gone get active (what)
And i ain’t cappin n#gg# (what what)
I’ll shoot this b#tch the gang know i be spazzing(yuh for real)
Im on that drilla sh#t i hit em up you know i had to tag em f#ck this rapping sh#t
I did this sh#t b#tch i ain’t even capping why these n#gg#s hating
They mad because we f#cking on they b#tches no debating (moan)
〈ending〉
Ay me luh whoo we chilin in the cut gotta discuss should we blow his #ss from here or should we walk down when we bust (wassup)
We gone walk em down (what) give his #ss a rush he better hush
They know we flood the town you wanna beat that rager you gotta flush (yeah)
We gone run up on him hit em blow em back just like some dust (ooh)
We up this 30 bop as soon as we see an opp he in a tux (brahh bop bopp)
Yeah better act like you know
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