Spin on yo block in a minivan (f#ck, n#gg#!)
I’m in the hood, n#gg#, like the klan
Whip out the glock, then the n#gg# ran
I’m in the trap, and i make a band
Drum on the stick, n#gg#, like a band
b#tch on my dick, yeah that hoe a fan
I don’t do percs, b#tch i do the xans
I don’t do percs, b#tch i do the drank
Close range {?}, hit him with the shank
M-made 10 racks goin’ to the bank
Sticked up, i’mma shoot at the tank!
Sticked up, man i feel like the army
I keep the glock, ain’t nobody harm me
I’m sippin’ purple, b#tch i’m sippin’ barney
I’m sippin’ purple, b#tch i’m sippin’ lean
What’s on yo head? n#gg# that’s my beam
I’m on the court shootin’ at yo team!
F-f#ck the court, b#tch i be in the field
I pop percs, and i love the feel!
Street n#gg#, yeah i’m keepin’ it real
I’m gettin’ rich, b#tch, without a deal!
Yeah (okay!)
Yeah!
I’m yo hood and i got a role
Extended clip, i don’t reload
Stick a plug, he ain’t pay what he owed
Gucci shades, i don’t match the status quo
n#gg#s done switched up, turned me grimey
All of these rap n#gg#s tryna sound like me
Walk in that crib, n#gg# don’t mind me
I’m off the radar, you can’t find me
Turn they hood upside down
Think i was bk, with the red crown
Turned that n#gg# trap to the fed grounds
Supressed automac’, it don’t make a sound
Tec gon’ freeze, n#gg# like jam
What you gon’ say in front of that {?}?
When it’s time to shoot, n#gg#s off the radar
You a façade, you ain’t who you say you are
Do the dash in that g#dd#mn race car
Glock ending clickin’ like it’s a spacebar
Take me a b#tch n#gg# off the radar
Wait, lemme count my bread real quick
Money counter noises (hahaha!)
I’m in the hood, n#gg# like the klux
Get back gang, i don’t give no f#cks
And i’m finna do the opps like a rapist
Hop out the van, then they gettin’ touched
b#tch, i got a young n#gg#, he like giannis
He’ll do anything for them bucks
Man, i swear to god, that hoe too sl#tty
She’ll do anything to get f#cked
And why in the f#ck did you drop that bum #ss mixtape?
Every f#cking song sucked!
Just like yvngxchris, lil’ b#tch, get back
Oh wait, that’s me!
That stick hit his #ss a-s-a-p
And i got me a baguette on my damn ap, oh sh#t!
Yeah, i spent like 25 bands on wrists
Now she tryna f#ck, she all on my dick
She suckin’ it sloppy (ugh!), spit
And just like a ladder, b#tch i’m {?}
Yeah, p#ss# n#gg#
Stop f#ckin’ playin’
Spin through yo block in that f#ckin ‘vetta (f#ck, n#gg#!)
Bktherula, we tweakin’ together
Keep me the glock, then pass it to giela
Hahahahaha!
b#tch!
Yeah!
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