[Yeah, yeah, yeah, that’s how you do it, CMO
Uh, uh
Gang [That’s on God
Yeah, uh
I get surgical with that fire [Surgical], I’m a f#ckin’ doctor [I’m a f#ckin’ doctor, aight, come on
Uh, think he seen track of that fire [Fire], when he felt that choppa [Can’t go nowhere, aight, come on
Forty shots out the 7.62 [Bah, bah], sound like a helicopter [Phew
Uh, walkin’ down, just me and Zoo [Bah, Zoo], bullets gon’ hit his guts [Bullets gon’ hit his guts, his head
Yeah, n#gg# got racks, I’ma make him strip like a f#ckin’ sick box [Strip, strip, aight, co—
Uh, he seen two choppers in his face [Two chops], n#gg# done sh#tted in his boxers [sh#tted in his boxers
Uh, know that Drac’ got kick, use both hands [Bah, bah], you better shoot it with caution [Frrt, shoot it with caution, come on
He got hit [Hit], tried to play dеad [Dead], f#ck n#gg# look like a faucet [f#ck n#gg# look likе a faucet
Uh, expensive fit [Cool], b#tch, I mix the Rick with Balenciaga [Balenciaga
Uh, catch an opp [Six], I don’t run, GetRich placed with doctors
Only time I run when I see charges
Clutchin’ my fire, but I’m duckin’ these charges
My BM mad, she callin’ my phone, she thinkin’ she block, but I ain’t even charged it [Come on
I be scared to give lil’ bro Glock with a switch [Frrt], he gon’ go retarded [Yeah
He gon’ hop inside that V [What else? Phew] and paint the city just like an artist [Let’s go
Yeah, they sayin’ GetRich spinned the block, nah, I’m a rapper, I’m just an artist [Shh
Yeah, sign me a deal, go get me a Rollie, f#ck ’round, buy ten flipped cards
Uh, thick lil’ b#tch, think she come from Houston, she sip drank, she don’t sip Bacardi [Uh, uh
Better not let in 556 with the 5.56 [Frrt], he gon’ shoot up the party
Yeah, shoot at that gang [Gang], but a lot of y’all homies [Yeah, go
We gettin’ sh#t in behind the counter [Gang
Look at that chopper in the air section [Bah, bah], I’d be a fool if I step out without it [Uh
Flip don’t wan’ come in the show [Flip], he in the parkin’ lot, he tryna step on somebody [Step
My n#gg# Meer be smokin’ they bro and they b#tch #ss still ain’t do nothin’ about it [Ayy, uh, aight, come on
I love the money, get hard when I count [Uh
‘Cause I’m gettin’ that pape’, n#gg# need an accountant [Need an accountant
Broad day with that K [Bah], walk him down that Drac’ [Bah], he was lookin’ at his phone smilin’ [Haha
n#gg#, I don’t pay nobody for bodies, I hop in that car and go slide [Hop in that car and go touch sh#t
Yeah, tap that sh#t on the side my face, you know I’m a 2S’ goblin [2SG]
Mm-mm, mm, yeah
Aight, put ’em in, man, let me do somethin’ more in time, right?
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