Glah glah glah
That Structure
Look (Power up)
Lil’ bro got twins, thirty shots Glocks, different colored beams aimin’ at your team with it
Thirty clip, I’m on the scene with it
Gotta keep another, leave with it
Whole lot of hollow tips fightin’ through his body, now the n#gg# shakin’ on some seizure sh#t
Can’t believe they still walkin’, yeah they stalkin’
I don’t bargain, not really a talker
Tell Rubi sit down and negotiate offers
Like give me a milli’ or get out the office
I make {?} spinnin’ ’til I’m nauseous
I used to pop a willy and start tossin’
I make a threat, they takе it to precaution
We gon’ catch ’em, wе gon’ Randy Moss ’em
Feel like Stephen when I got the uhh
I don’t never see n#gg#s on Nordstrom
When I walk in the four when I need some Jordans
I be movin’ like I’m not important
Send two-three shots, G Bando Jordan
n#gg#s know the clip see-through
And they send the hollows, can eat through
Smokin’ Tony, to the head
And I heard he got hit in his— look
We on timin’, it’s still free all my Jets off the island
How they booked but still causin’ the violence?
He callin’ my phone, sayin’ Mally wildin’
Like, he can’t TP, I’m on BT, and all of my Jets on DG
Boogie got booked, and got caught in his figi
You gon’ catch a bullet tryna be me
Slide through, bad b#tch like Jocelyn
I could make a movie like I’m Stevie
She said we could have a baby ASAP
Dub that, think she tryna be like Riri
And she always all out like she CC
They way she be callin’ my dick, call her Kiki
We them spartans, I get paid ’cause I’m workin’ the hardest
Tote the stitchy, you don’t got no charges
Talkin’ on Blaze, you just gave me a target
b#tch I’m a shooter, I’m not just an artist
We gon’ circle the block, that’s regardless
Rocko a h#mo, his music is garbage
JJ put him on a milk carton
DOA, he can’t get up, no responses
I’m on court though, drivin’ home GLA be on sport mode
It get wicked, tell the plug hurry up with the shipment
I can’t drive GLA, that’s {?}
Shout out to shh, better knock off his pigment
Ain’t no sun burn, it’s that gun burn
Bullets hop out, {?}
CJ gumbo, packed
Tony head tap
CJ gumbo, packed
Tony head tap
CJ gumbo, packed
Tony head tap
CJ gumbo, packed
Tony head tap
He can’t TP, I’m on BT, and all of my Jets on DG
Boogie got booked, and got caught in his figi
You gon’ catch a bullet tryna be me
Slide through, bad b#tch like Jocelyn
I could make a movie like I’m Stevie
She said we could have a baby ASAP
Dub that, think she tryna be like Riri
And she always all out like CC
When she be callin’ my dick, call her Kiki
You know I’m, freaky, I love it when b#tches be callin’ me Leeky, like
She wanna, tease me
If you not a baddie, then give it up easy
Could never, greeze me
I’m humble but I could really do you greasily, like
When I’m off them drugs and she got that wet, and I’m tryna fall in, like
When she call me Jordan, then she goin’ all out, I’m goin’ all in, like
Tony head tap
CJ gumbo, packed
Tony head tap
CJ gumbo, packed
Jordan
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