One call, cuz gon’ pull up and rumble, damn
Crodie pull up, make you humble
Shordy a leg, do it all for some bundles
I was broke, had to roll with SK
{?} Chevy and {?} the next day
Like, damn, damn, damn
Smokin’ on shh—, got me high like a jet plane
My city spooky like Gotham
TP, Batman, hop out, rob him
Baby, clock in, come get on timin’
I got what you missin’, come and find it
Off a 30 I feel like a—
O-Off a 30 I feel like I’m flying (Flying)
Wait, we get the drop, we spyin’
Bend that block, it get terrifyin’
Summer nights get cold, like, damn
I need a tan in my left, right, hand
So this G my right hand man
Off a 30 I got no emotion, damn
Alive but I feel like I’m floatin’
Outside, totin’ on Kelly, no Rowland, wait
T-TP the one, chosen
This .40 a beast, gon’ what?
This .40 a beast, gon’ bump em
Bad b#tch, hair long like she Rapunzel
A-Ass fat, it look a bubble
Hit from the back, I might pull on her frontal, damn
Y’all n#gg#s—
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