[Gang, yes
[Totin’ on sally and better
[Totin’ on sally and better
[No sweat, gun in the sweater
[Don’t give a f#ck, told em’ setup, face up face up, we some steppers like, yes
[Gun in the, vc
[Bang bang
Hold on
Totin’ on sally and better
I’m movin’ hot, got the gun in the sweater
Pull up with Ty, leave him red on a stretcher
I call up Ricch he might aim at his n#gg#
Hold on, yes
I’m throwin’ shots better go pick your head up
Jackin’ these boys let it off with Berettas
f#ck all the opps, gotta get us together
I’m on hots n#gg# what’s the vibe, every n#gg# that say my name gon’ die
n#gg# Rocky send em’ to the sky
b#tch like how, like what, like why
Off the dotty, face the sh#t
Opp b#tch, milk that b#tch
If I want it I’ll take that sh#t
Gotta value your life fore’ I take that sh#t, b#tch
Free Loco you know that’s the whip
Throwin’ up 4s don’t drop my sh#t
In the heat I’m throwin’ like 6
If I’m runnin’ em’, watch em’ run and they trip
All n#gg#s wanna be 41K, I’m throwin’ 41 shots with the stick
And I don’t care if I don’t got my knocker on me, Handy Manny that boy gettin’ fixed
Ballin’ like Allen when I got the knocker
I ain’t playin’ I’ll oot at your rim
And these opp n#gg#s really be internet demons attached to the net like a rim
I’m with some ooters, they throwin’ up Brim
f#ck your dead, yeah they restin’ in piss
Spin through the opps, and all I see is red
And this 40 gon’ hit him and make that boy trip
Totin’ on sally and better
I’m movin’ hot, got the gun in the sweater
Pull up with Ty, leave him red on a stretcher
I call up Ricch he might aim at his n#gg#
Hold on, yes
I’m throwin’ shots better go pick your head up
Jackin’ these boys let it off with Berettas
f#ck all the opps, gotta get us together
Grrah, they like Jenn why you movin’ like that
Cus’ I steady be ootin’ the strap
Feel like I’m DOLO all over the map
Like she a baddie, she touch on my tats
Like I’m pickett I’m stacking the kick
He movin’ smelly you know imma’ spray
He geekin’ I oot it like Klay
Tryna get rich and theres 41 ways
Like I’m Melo I play for the Knicks
He move Wok, up it and blitz, like
I won’t stop til’ I’m rich
TaTa gon’ flock, he might bend through the strip
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