Bro driving im sliding we on that
In the back with mask it’s all black
No time for a p*ssy put yo claws back
That boy talking to much get his jaw slant
Girl I ain’t tryna talk where them jaws at
b#tch call me 4 times I ain’t call back
Lemme catch you on my side I need allat
Or get put in the ground where I walk at
**Hook**
They think that I’m older I really got work
The beef ain’t bout money it’s not my concern
We not finna play put n#gg#s on shirts
Yo dad raised a b#tch you been that since birth
I get to going in the Stu and the room it gets too hot
Choppa get you poking I ain’t talking
Flu shot
Don’t care if it’s hot Still waitin for opps
They say that I’m cappin come run up get shot
Sliding through the oaks every time I get mad
Fell out bout a b#tch boy I know that you sad
I be hearing these n#gg#s they lyrics be trash
Been got finessed not doing they math
Walk in the trap and the floor start creaking
I take a sip out the cup and I’m leaning
She get off the gas then she get to tweaking
Shoot in his head, and his brain start leaking
They talking to 12 them n#gg#s been squeaking
If he wanna die for a diss let it be then
You come over here , get hit up no reason
Mom lost her son it’s another one weeping
**back to Hook**
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