[Boomin need extras
Hmm, Wop, what we on, bro?
You said EP in one night, huh? Hmm
My n#gg# playin’ games ’round this b#tch, I should f#ck him up
Keep playin’, I’ma turn into a barber, yeah, touch you up
Ayy, why these cameramans playin’ ’round this b#tch? Huh
It f#cked my heart up when my best friend snitched, huh
I would say a n#gg# name, but I know he want some fame off me
I pull up to your shoot, drop fifty, I got Dame on me
Okay, I’m trippin’, I’m walkin’ through the rain, ain’t got no rain on me
I’m at a party with all b#tches, it’s a sleepover
I supply E pills at the sleepover
You done put that on your brother, you be slidin’, yeah, he rollin’ over
I ain’t gon’ lie, my first phone was a Motorola
Brodie got a big four-five, call it Casanova
Man, I hate these young hoes always actin’ older
When them young n#gg#s touch an AK, they act like a soldier
Like how the f#ck? Hmm
How the f#ck you ain’t got a coat, n#gg#, and it’s gettin’ colder?
n#gg#, everywhere you go, you better have that blower
I came back with like twenty ‘bows, I had to thank the Lord
b#tch, I had to thank the four
n#gg#, you don’t really got a plug, you just got a cord
I ain’t gon’ lie to y’all, I was f#cked up for a minute
I was f#cked up, I thought about sellin’ dope
I’m finna call Quavis for a double-up
[Finna call Quavis for a double-up
Okay, finna call Quavis for a double-up
Hmm, I feel good, I wanna sell some dope today
I got to trippin’ in the trap and hit my n#gg# with the scale
Okay, hmm
b#tch, yeah, your girl got on Michael Kors
I’m evil, I’ll tie my cousin up with a bungee cord
I got to trippin’ in elementary, they had to send me to the psych ward
Teen Titan-ass n#gg#, b#tch, yeah
Teen Titan-ass n#gg#, I bet you do, lil’ cyborg
I was so f#cked up, I couldn’t see my granny at the morgue
I’m a Blood, I’ll p— hmm, shh
I’ll pop a n#gg#, leave him at the church prayin’ with the Lord
You was gay in high school, b#tch, you got a fro now
I got a 40, you really think we in the mall finna throw down? Dumbass [b#tch]
I got a pocket full of money, ain’t got no gas
You got Amiri jeans on, ain’t got no cash
If they catch you on my side, you ain’t gettin’ no pass
You ain’t get that EDD money, you so sad
My n#gg# got that unemployment money and stopped talkin’ to me
b#tch don’t give a f#ck about the weather, she still walkin’ to me [Shit
Hell yeah, I be talkin’ to the p#ss#, it be talkin’ to me
I’ll talk brazy to anybody that’s on that with me
Should walk down the street— naw, okay
I should hide— huh, f#ck it
Hide in the bushes on anybody that’s f#ckin’ with me
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