Who gon miss em when them n#gg#s hit you up
Shootas spinning tryna get it back in blood
If you need me in ya city, need like 50 racks and up
I got baddies in the VIP and I got shootas in the cut
I got different types of perkies, I got different types of mud
That b#tch ask me for a birkin, told her never hit me up
I’m a guard shootin bullets, I don’t never give it up
Why you think we seven thirty, we ain’t never give a f#ck
Tell you some my n#gg#s crippin and yea some my n#gg#s blood (ay)
Toolie in the front seat, mop in the trunk
And I got them bad hoes, all up in their guts
Cause I got that bag tho, she do what I want
And I’m back with a masterpiece
Shawty all that #ss up on your back, throw it back at me
Yea these n#gg#s p#ss#, yea they [?]
Havin batteries, run it up like athletes
And we been them n#gg#s ain’t nobody ever laugh at me
Two b#tches at cash but I could still remember applebees
Shawty I’m the catch, you just the baddie and we having these
I could let you hold a little toolie cause we having these
Use to go finesse right after school, was feeling ragedy
And we still sending out package
Let a boy go and act up
Get him wrapped up, yeah pack it
Young n#gg# with the Moncler
Came from my big bro mattress
Let it off put holes in a n#gg# Moncler or [?]
Yeah flame it up like matches
Who gon miss em when them n#gg#s hit you up
Shootas spinning tryna get it back in blood
If you need me in ya city, need like 50 racks and up
I got baddies in the VIP and I got shootas in the cut
I got different types of perkies, I got different types of mud
That b#tch ask me for a birkin, told her never hit me up
I’m a guard shootin bullets, I don’t never give it up
Why you think we seven thirty, we ain’t never give a f#ck
Tell you some my n#gg#s crippin and yea some my n#gg#s blood (ay)
Toolie in the front seat, mop in the trunk
And I got them bad hoes, all up in their guts
Cause I got that bag tho, she do what I want
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