Slatt, slatt, let’s go (Oh, really?)
(Red Dead, I’m so f#ckin’ bumpin’, bruh)
Let’s go, told Beezy to give me the switch (Let’s go)
This your first mission, n#gg#, better not flinch (No bap)
Put your mask on, this the plan, n#gg#, know we finna get rich (Walk ’em down)
I heard he got racks
I heard he got n#gg#s that’s servin’ and flippin’ the packs (Let’s go)
Gotta watch your back
Can’t run from slatt, on slime we takin’ them packs (Let’s go, uh)
You can run and hide ’til you die (Uh)
We puttin’ sh#t in the sky (Walk him down)
Smokin’ it all to the fire
Pull a D.O.A., nobody alive (Slatt)
When we slide, nobody survive, we whackin’ ’em
Pull up and hit all your guys
Me and Doe takin’ turns
I see him pick up the chopper and I block him
And he shoot all the opps, make them lil’ n#gg#s burn (Uh, you ain’t know?)
n#gg#s play in the club, then we stomp ’em
Got a shot with a double-D, rest in peace Double D
I told Doe Beezy to pull up and hop out, woah (Oh, really? Slatt, n#gg#)
FBG, n#gg#
The f#ckin’ G stand for gangsta, n#gg#
It’s a new operation in town, they know how the f#ck we comin’, n#gg#
Everybody stand down, n#gg#, blrrd, n#gg#, big blrrdin’
Man, stop playin’ with us
Them n#gg#s scared of us
I keep tellin’ y’all that (Oh, really?)
n#gg#, we ain’t dead, walk down my block (Walk)
Walk his #ss down with a p#rn star
Shot after shot, bullets comin’ like non-stop (Grrah)
I really f#ck rappers’ thots
And never forget, for that I was slidin’ on opps
Like ten years ago, the first n#gg# I popped him
It’s crazy how much the time went by (True story)
Ridin’ with Ks, ain’t nobody safe
Don’t care if you ridin’ with moms or pops (They think I’m crazy)
I let it spray, n#gg#
Don’t care if you ridin’ with bae or slidin’ with God (You think I’m playin’)
Ridin’ with .9s, run with the slimes
Walk his #ss down and run with my times
He said it’s beef, that n#gg# sweet
I’m ’bout to creep on his #ss with this iron (Oh, really?)
I laid that f#ck n#gg# flat like a ironin’ board
You blowin’ that money, the f#ck do you got it for?
I throw them racks on your head like [?] (Freebandz)
I do you just like them hoes
We hit his trap if you scrapin’ the bowl (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
I been a gangster since one minute old, uh (Oh, really?)
Let’s go, told Beezy to gimme the switch (Let’s go)
This your first mission, n#gg#, better not flinch (No doubt)
Put your mask on, this the plan, n#gg#, know we finna get rich (Uh)
I heard he got racks
I heard he got n#gg#s that’s servin’ and flippin’ the packs (I heard he got racks)
Gotta watch your back, can’t run from slatt, uh
Big slime, n#gg#
Walk ’em down (Big slatt), uh (f#ck what they’re talkin’ about, the biggest, ho)
The biggest blrrd, n#gg#, f#ck you thought
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