Pull up to yo block, on that gang sh#t
Pull up to yo block & let it bang, b#tch
He be clout chasing, on that lame sh#t
Getting dirty money, I know they hate it
Said she wan’ meet, no b#tch, please
Don’t call my phone, unless you gon’ eat
I got a Glock & it came with a beam
My bro got a sentence, he don’t know how to read
She got a thicky thicky, oh damn you silly silly
Oh damn he playing with me, but I ain’t no game homie
Pull up, get to spraying homie, what is you saying homie
You owe me money, even though i’m rich, you still gotta pay lil homie
We get to clapping, no high five
Deliver the beef like some five guys
Pull up to yo block, n#gg# bye bye
We don’t connect like yo wifi
f#ck with the gang, you done f#cked up
Stop all that crying, better shut up
She on the sugar, got rushed up
Like some raccoons, we done snuck up
Bruce Lee, she wanna kick it
Glock in my suitcase, to handle business
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