*chores*
Straight off the dome how I’m coming
Fighting my demons ain’t doing no running
We up with the stick lil n#gg# we gunning
Give a f#ck bout a bih lil n#gg# I want money
Tryna beef over a bih lil n#gg# u funny
I’m smoking dat za and da sh#t got my vibing
Y’all dissing the gang like y’all n#gg#s ain’t dying
If we hit you with pressure I swear you’ll be crying
I’m smoking that gas and the sh#t got me flying
I’m rocking designer all over my fitted
I’m counting this cash I’m getting my digits
Lil bih is a freak she show me her t#tt#es
I’m jigging with the crеw
Got my feet up when I’m counting my blues
If a n#gg# wanna play he gеt put on the news
Bob the builder we strap with tools
I’m GDK so it’s f#ck the 6
Lil n#gg# we strap with sticks
Oh that’s your bih
Don’t get mad cause last night she was on my dick
From 803 yea the Wrec my city the home of hitting licks
Don’t catch a fit when u see me on that stage tryna get rich
They like how I flow on the beat
Before hot now I was still spitting heat
Yeah she’s a vegan but she eating my meat
They watching my moves these n#gg#s be creeps
Yuh on the beat I slay
No time for no hoes I’m n love with my bae
If they touch on the gang then we shooting that K
I stay on the gas betta get out my way
Im running routes up in field
Strap up with Glocks we ready to kill
These n#gg#s they be hating on me and my crew like what’s the deal
And when I get that bag I’m getting vvs that’ll get you chills
And my life moving to fast to the point
Not really don’t know how to feel
I’m swerving lane, lane
We got the sticks to bust brain
b#tch I’m a beast I can’t be tame
No time to play
These ain’t no game
Just want the bag
Don’t need no fame
Ain’t jump in your bag lil n#gg# you lame
I’m running routes just me and my gang
I flow on the beat yea I’m going insane
Up with the motha f#cking poles
My foot on the gas lil n#gg# I’m always on go
We making these moves on the low
Lil n#gg# in the matrix
The gas got me moving so slow
Soon I’ll be doing these shows
And just like a bomb lil n#gg#
DaKiDD finna blow
Nah, I can’t not f#ck with these hoes
The main ones gon eat
My n#gg#s, my girl, my bro
These off the dome
Bad lil bih won’t leave me lone
She keep blowing up phone
Off the gas I’m in zone
I don’t need no hoe
Bih we strap with poles
Run em down get on the floor
Get the bag then get some mo
He think he sick we wipe his nose
*chores*
Straight off the dome how I’m coming
Fighting my demons ain’t doing no running
We up with the stick lil n#gg# we gunning
Give a f#ck bout a bih lil n#gg# I want money
Tryna beef over a bih lil n#gg# u funny
I’m smoking dat za and da sh#t got my vibing
Y’all dissing the gang like y’all n#gg#s ain’t dying
If we hit you with pressure I swear you’ll be crying
I’m smoking that gas and the sh#t got me flying
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