Tell what’s they name gon’ spin on they what’s they name and make some what’s they name
(Cio)
Ayy, we clutchin’ heat, my dawg gon’ clutch for free so hold your piece (Bllrt, bah-bah-bah-bah-bah)
And all my youngins’ deep, I told ’em don’t react before you think (Shh)
This nina blacker than Tyreese (It is)
We through ten up on his jeep (We did)
And he deceased we turnt him to a brand, his partner on a tee (Dawg, dawg, dawg)
Big #ss shoes, they made by Gucci, these double G’s will jump a tree (Double G)
We start runnin’ and make n#gg#s start moving, mad he broke his lease (b#tch)
Dirty Glock ain’t bathe in weeks (Grrah)
Rappin’ bout me makin’ beef (Hah)
How them n#gg#s say Lil Quin was duckin’? That sh#t make-believe
This XD, it fit in my hand, huh, you’re partner a fan, huh
Got no words for the opps, we grab this chop and start sayin’ somethin’
Push up, clap your mans, won’t see him stand when ambulance come (Yeah)
Shooter like Ray Allen, see your partner, that’s a And1
We gon’ blow the witness, uh, my dawg still on a sentence, yeah (b#tch)
Get up close with no mask, motherf#ck a social distance, yeah (Bah-bah-bah-bah)
Don’t do no attempts, shoot off the rip, we known to finish, yeah (Blrrt, blrrt)
I be doing my thing inside the gang, they known to scrimmage, yeah (I’m ballin’)
Hit too many n#gg#s hoes, my sh#t passed double digits, yeah (It is)
They be throwin’ salt, tryna put slugs all on my image, yeah (b#tch)
And I don’t want the hoe unless her noggin comin’ with it, yeah (Noggin)
He had a bad day, I sent lil’ bro now he uplifted, yeah (He did)
All I got bad intentions, flip the block without no skillet, yeah (We flip it)
Baby Glock hold thirty shots the clip blacker than brisket, yeah (Bah-bah-bah)
All these racks, it look like tennis, Elvis on my pendant, yeah (It is)
And lil’ bro pop them Roxy, out his body he was trippin’, yeah (Uh, trippin’, trippin’)
I was reminiscin’ ’bout when me and bro was with it (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
We just spent a- (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Hey, straight down the rocks and b#tches gon’ be b#tches (Yeah, yeah)
Every time I tell him something- (Grrah, yeah, yeah)
Don’t want to talk it ain’t about guap, I’m strickly about business (Yeah, guap)
Don’t talk to that lil’ thot, I’m in her mouth just like a dentist
I can’t switch up on my clique but all my Glocks be having switches (Glock, bah-bah)
Pouring Wok just lick a chemist (Wok), I spent thirty on my tennis (Bah)
I be flexin’ hardest platinum artist, CJ independent (Independent)
I put fifty on my carbon, all my clips, they get extended (Pew-pew-pew-pew-pew)
Back in school I was selling bars, I caught a charge, you got suspended
n#gg# ain’t never pulled my card, when it comes to war, n#gg#, we spinning, ayy
Before I let a n#gg# play me, judge gon give me a life sentence (I swear)
Slanging a K, but we quick to pull up on opps, go to throwing bullets like Emmet (Pew-pew-pew-pew-pew-pew-pew)
Chop got two t#tt#es like women (t#tt#es), I can’t loose I like winning (Love)
These n#gg#s sweet just like lemon (They sweet), I got P’s I got plenty (I got plenty)
I got P’s just like Diddy (I swear), I got keys to my city (Keys)
I don’t like features but I like money, do I like to meet n#gg#s? Not really (Nah)
We love danger, lil’ bro’ll [?], ’boutta put a weak n#gg# in the belly
I don’t talk to strangers, I don’t like to play and I’ma send a n#gg# #ss to the [?] (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
No matter where I’m at a chopstick with me like I’m made in China
I got a b#tch that work a Neiman’s, I get deals on my designer
I walk around with all this paper, I might need to buy a binder
It ain’t no pressure about no n#gg#, we lay sh#t out like recliner
I stay on point like Jason Kenny, keep a Glock like Carl Tanner
And I ain’t weighing up no chicken, but I got nuggets by the pound
My momma knew I was a gangster when they did a ultrasound
And they gon’ think this fight was rigged the way I’m blowing all these rounds
If they ain’t paying up and they supposed to pay then I’m on they #ss like Doja
We was just f#cked up sleeping on the floor trying to put together our dough
We swing hammers like Judge Judy
I got a few spots like Scooby
We got big guap like Gucci
I got drumsticks like Ruby
b#tch we ain’t have no pot to cook our grits, so where you think we peed
I feel like Jordan 1996 this sh#t don’t make no scene
I really wasn’t a fan of taking sh#t, but we was taking risks
We chopping cooking pork we turn his bacon into bacon grease
As long as I’m alive my pockets gon be filled with dead boys
I walk around with big old bags but I am not a bell boy
Can’t go nowhere without my fire like I’m Lil 2z Hellboy
‘Cause when it’s mister nasty time this Draco Uncle Elroy
While I’m smoking OG cooking nuggets big as Chips Ahoy
Might hit the trap and box and [?] ’cause I can beat the pack like Floyd
I’m in and then I’m out of there you might not hear from me no more
I call this b#tch up once a week she clean this dick up like a chore
We tote duces like Chris Breezy
And my Drac’ blacker than Weezy
b#tch got a #ss tat say fee
I got a big gut like P
I got a problem I can’t stop it
I like money I keep feinding
I keep nachos in my pocket cause them sh#ts is always cheesy
It’s too cold so I can’t move without my heat like [?]
All my guns got big old buckles on them like I’m pootie tang
I get a rest from all this shot when I shoot dope up in my vanes
And my bro still be serving chickens n#gg# shoulda worked that cane
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