Shorty, what’s the word? I ain’t talkin’ ‘bout an anagram
Countin’ up my guala, b#tch I’m pullin’ up with hella bands
Pull up on a n#gg#, and the .40 finna make him dance
b#tch she hella bad, and she tryna get up in my pants
Ice on my neck, and this sh#t is kinda heavy
Pop out to the function, and a n#gg# in Givenchy
Shorty want the money ‘cuz she know that I got plenty
n#gg# wanna diss, they see me up, you can’t befriend me
Choppa make him backflip
I let the MAC spit
n#gg# said he with it ‘till my n#gg#s get him packed in
n#gg#’s talkin’ crazy, but I never see him acting
I just want the money, gotta get the f#ckin’ racks in
n#gg# finna fly, we don’t care if he apologize
Pull up with that fye, hit a n#gg# with like hella .9s
Shorty wanna vibe, get the grabba, she get hella high
Totin’ .45s, we gon’ send that n#gg# hella high
Totin’ on a rocket
I let the chop spit
Kinda crazy what I got up in my pocket
Being broke ain’t a mothaf#ckin’ option
Big chopstick, finna get an opp hit
n#gg#’s pistol packin’, we ain’t gone until we lackin’
So we never f#ckin’ lackin’
b#tch I’m tryna get the backends
Shorty lookin’ like an actress
And I think that she the baddest
So I pull up in that Jag’, and lil’ shorty showin’ backend
Bad friends, switch up on a n#gg# for the clout tree
n#gg#s wanna talk but they don’t know nothing about me
Hit him with the blick, in your chest is where the rounds be
Pull up in the whip, goin’ faster than the sound speed
Shorty wanna hit me for some bands, I can’t wife that
But she kinda bad, so you know I had to pipe that
Thought he lost a chain? n#gg# go and get yo ice back
A n#gg# wanna test me, he couldn’t get his life back
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