b#tch, real rap, no kizzy
Need to turn me up, take my sh#t, we get jiggy
I don’t think I could name a n#gg# f#cking with me
Murder on my mind, stay gripping on the glizzy
Bad ghetto b#tch, real shiesty from the city
Get out our #ss, get them sh#ts out our t#tt#es
Don’t approach me if you don’t know me, you feel me?
I’ll torch dude, got the fully auto semi
Tell Rolling Loud I’m on the stage with my blicky
Baby, in all red like I’m Trippie
b#tch, I’m tryna f#ck, I ain’t really tryna bick it
In LA with Capolow off drugs and I’m tripping
Yeah, aight, I don’t need no light
b#tch, I got my ice, b#tch, I got my pipe
Riding with a Glock, put this b#tch in sport
Finger out the roof, yelling, “Norf, Norf”
I be out the yards with them cutthroats
You gon’ tell on yoursеlf, what you got a gun for?
All the opp pack, puff, puff, smoke
Buck, buck, baow, left him on thе floor
Well, it’s that gat toting, pistol holding n#gg# on your damn street
A star up in my hood, I need a Grammy
I was f#cking on that b#tch from Detroit, she tried to scam me
They still asking ’bout that house in Miami
b#tch, real rap, no kizzy
Need to turn me up, take my sh#t, we get jiggy
I don’t think I could name a n#gg# f#cking with me
Murder on my mind, stay gripping on the glizzy
Bad ghetto b#tch, real shiesty from the city
Get out our #ss, get them sh#ts out our t#tt#es
Don’t approach me if you don’t know me, you feel me?
I’ll torch dude, got the fully auto semi
I give smoke, get a Swisher or the Philly
Chopper go dumb, let me show you I’m feeling
n#gg#s really B, I be bopping with a Billy
Fully in the Bay, n#gg#s bimping out a Bentley
Ho, we sliding, like, really
Money on the clock, I had to time millies
Ride for my n#gg#s when I pop my wheelies
Cooking in the trap, I never drop my skillet
But I might drop my b#tches
And sell ’em to the streets, come and cop my b#tches
I don’t know who, but them is not my b#tches
n#gg#s like hoes, can you stop that b#tching? [b#tch]
b#tch, real rap, no kizzy
Need to turn me up, take my sh#t, we get jiggy
I don’t think I could name a n#gg# f#cking with me
Murder on my mind, stay gripping on the glizzy
Bad ghetto b#tch, real shiesty from the city
Get out our #ss, get them sh#ts out our t#tt#es
Don’t approach me if you don’t know me, you feel me?
I’ll torch dude, got the fully auto semi
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