N****’s really think it’s sweet but we got .40’s out
And I pull up to your boy, f#ck you talking bout?
And if that n**** talking sh#t then we gon’ call him out
And if that n**** got a problem we gon’ solve it out
N****’s think it’s sweet but we got .40’s out
And I pull up to your boy, f#ck you talking bout?
And if that n**** talking sh#t then we gon’ call him out
And if that n**** got a problem we gon’ solve it out
All this up in my face got me faded now
N****’s think they gang but they can’t hang with us
If they really think they gang then we gon’ bag em up
And I hang around my Glock and I’m gon’ aim it up
b#tch I came with a motherf#cking Glock now
I got your b#tch and she hit up my hotline
I got some m#th*rf#ck*r route what you talkin’ bout?
I got some racks and I’m gonna motherf#ckin’ dropout
I get the strap, she make it clap, I get the beam with the laser attach
They call me cause I been making racks
b#tch #ss n**** you know I got a .40
N**** talk sh#t finna steal on yo shawty
Now lil n**** like I’m Kobe
Now these n****’s mad they can’t haunt me
Run up the block n**** get it again
p#ss# n**** yeah n****’s they friends
Pull up lil n**** we drive through any b#tch
N**** make em ride with a Benz and sh#t
Got Lil Tay, n**** mad we gon’ pull out the MAC
N**** they stand how you gon’ bounce back?
You n****’s is tired, they Glock’s don’t attach
b#tch I’m a guest in this b#tch
Michael Jackson, I’m a bean in this sh#t
All of them n****’s gonna go ahead and quit
Cause we running this sh#t cause we gon’ shoot out this sh#t
Go!
N****’s be talkin’ about…
We do this sh#t
Ya’ll really don’t do this sh#t [Huh?, Huh?
We-We be doin’ this sh#t
Huh?, Huh?, Huh?, Yeah
Claim you a n**** but still fighting females
N****’s don’t let any sticks in the emails
Choppa be loading said “f#ck n**** two hell”
All of these n****’s be hitting like who home?
Moshpit, moshpit, take me to yo moshpit
Hang around my .40 n**** p#ss# I’ma c#ck it
Rich b#tch, rich b#tch, f#cking on a rich b#tch
She just sucked my dick b#tch and you gon’ kiss kiss
Shout out to my bros, toning on this pole
I just f#cked your b#tch and then I back her to the bros [g#dd#mn!
I be counting all this money, I be acting funny
She go all on my dick like a motherf#cking bunny
I be pouring 4’s, yo b#tch gon’ blow
Yo b#tch suck my dick like a motherf#cking pole
Yo b#tch praying to me just like a motherf#cking pope
I pull out my Glock that’s all she f#cking rode
N****’s really think it’s sweet but we got .40’s out
And I pull up to your boy, f#ck you talking bout?
And if that n**** got a problem we gon’ solve it out
And if that n**** talking sh#t then we gon’ call him out
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
They think it’s sweet but we got .40’s out
N****’s really think it’s sweet but we got .40’s out
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh-huh
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