Yeah, ha (Ha)
Yeah (Uh, uh, uh, uh)
Uh
Young Foss, you trippin’ on them mother f#ckers
Ayy, uh
I just hit a lick in a Gucci bucket hat (Go)
Runnin’ from the police in the Hellcat, caught a flat (Uh)
b#tch keep callin’ my phone like, “Where you at?” I’ll call you back
Got two-hundred on the dash, baby I can’t go out like that
(No way)
I’m a real n#gg#, don’t associate with rats (No, no)
Told my n#gg# get from ’round me, jit you trippin’ smokin’ jacks
Told let him light up that zaza, he said, “Where the lighter at?”(Where the lighter at?)
This that real gas, n#gg#, thought I laced that sh#t with crack (Crack)
Let me switch my flow (Yeah)
Lil’ bro get that dough (Yeah)
Shot that lil’ n#gg# right in his sh#t, soon as he lick that pole (Yeah)
.40 had his #ss dancin’, n#gg# start hittin’ the Woah (Yeah)
My lil’ n#gg# rich as f#ck and still’ll kick yo’ door
Pull up in that all black sh#t, five percent tint
12 get behind me in this b#tch, I hop out, jumped the fence
I don’t give a f#ck ’bout consequence, I would never snitch
Tell him come and show me evidence, I ain’t scared of sh#t (Ayy)
I’m that n#gg# that they plot on, on God
I’m that n#gg# who is seventeen with that Rolex watch on (Tuh)
n#gg# make the news and diss the dead, that’s how he got on
Uh, designer Glocks, do it Henny style, I got my watch on (Uh, cap)
Let me switch my flow (Yeah)
Lil’ bro get that dough (Yeah)
Shot that lil’ n#gg# right in his sh#t, soon as he lick that pole (Yeah)
.40 had his #ss dancin’, n#gg# start hittin’ the Woah (Yeah)
My lil’ n#gg# rich as f#ck and still’ll kick yo’ door
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