Skurr, skurr, skurr, skurr, skurrr
n#gg#, n#gg#, n#gg#
Wearing sh#t i can’t pronounce and sh#t you can’t afford (lil’ n#gg#)
I grab my strap tight when i hear knocking at the door (who is that?)
Pull up in that cat, they know it’s me they hear it roar (skrr)
Your b#tch begging for this dick i only f#cked ’cause i was bored
Vlone for my hoodie but my sweats palm angels
Your b#tch let me f#ck i beat it up all angles
Tryna park a n#gg# whip when i let that drake go
Was sliding in that benz i be everywhere i can’t go
Clutching on this fire on my mind it been birdie (rip my thugs)
Losing all these n#gg#s back to back i been hurting (i swear to god)
Riding in that rolls getting head behind the curtain (give me neck)
Paid two bands for the fn it was worth it (lil’ n#gg#)
Mixing all these drugs, i pour some mud then throw a perc in it
She put that p#ss# on me, it’s so good i might just squirt in it
Fifty ain’t enough open that chop i threw a bird in it (throw a hundred)
Watching all these cameras at the trap ’cause we got birds ’em
Yeah i got a stock up in this glock but i keep fifty close
Drop the b#tch in and leave a n#gg# whip with fifty holes (boom, boom boom)
Shoot the chop just like steph and clay b#tch my jimmy cold
Broke the b#tch for everything she got then told her give me more
Popped a perc 30 started giggin like i’m diddy combs
My b#tch from the hood but she like to act saditty though
Sucka n#gg#s talking out they #ss until we get ’em gone
Yeah a n#gg# gained a couple pounds but i’m still slimmy though
n#gg#
Yeah, choppa clip too big got a fitting problem (b#tch)
.40 loud sound like the engine starting (vrrm)
Drive the hellcat like i’m in a ‘rari
A hundred bands on me, all slips look like i did a robbery
I’m a goat up in my city and a millionaire
Just put 200 bowls down and i can get ’em there
They left my n#gg# with no bond he had to sit in there
Fifties in my buffs, ten thousand when i sit and stare
f#ck them n#gg#s and they opps and we want all the smoke
Sit that drakey on my shoulder broke my collar bone (ouch)
Twenty thousand dollar pitted, i just bought a rover
Ghetto n#gg#, pour a pint of aky up in bossanova
Thirty hanging out my heater i might catch me one
Oh he want an extra pint? then i’ma stretch him one
I be thugging with the members, god bless the gun
Shot a whole hundred round clip and got an extra one
Dj gutta butta, yes yes
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