Brand new Techy, I’m what ?
Just did a drill of a what ? [Look
Brand new Techy, I’m swervin’
Just did a drill of a Perc
See the lights thru the gleesh in the dirt
f#ck it, I hope they don’t search
You a shooter ? I’m booming you first
You’d be dead if you lift up that shirt
.45, man, that b#tch go to work
Run down ,n#gg#s going berserk
10 toes, off of 10 different Perc’s
Run down, put a hole in your shirt
Spin a Suburban, I lurk
I’m itchin, I sip more than Durk
f#cking your b#tch, watch her take off her skirt
She neeky, she finna get turnt
Duce kicking, no Trackhawk geek
That b#tch a smut, get the f#ck off my meat [Geek
b#tch act stupid get left in the street
b#tches they know me, they know how I be
Talking to b#tches but I never cheat
Start acting funny, get replaced in a week
[Get replaced in a
[Get replaced in a week
Gang
Gang
Gang
Its Young Vic yeah im splurging
Im dead in my bag, ain’t talking no Berkin
Pop me a Perc this land, yeah I swerved it
We spin through your block and we shooting through curtains
I ball everyday, feel like Julius Erving
And this Bliss on my body, you know what I rock
Got your b#tch in the party, she sipping Cîroc
After that take her home and she sucking my c#ck
Everyday im grinding n#gg#, this sh#t can not stop
Yeah im getting all this money and im sitting at the top
If a n#gg# moving oppy, Im’a hit him with my Glock
I can’t even tell the time but dropped a mili on a watch
On the beat and im just talking, waiting for the beat to drop
Cause im’a pass it to Valenti and that n#gg# finna flock
She calling my phone, im at work
Big Glock made the fat b#tch twerk
Run down, caught him lacking at work
Feelin wicked when I move this Perc
It be red if you got on a white shirt
Gang, gang, put n#gg#s on shirts
Sipping on purp but this sh#t can get wicked
Pull up my jeans just to hold my Smith’n
Aim for your top, im’a f#ck up your fitted
Brand new Techy, I’m swervin’
Just did a drill of a Perc
See the lights thru the gleesh in the dirt
f#ck it, I hope they don’t search
You a shooter ? I’m booming you first
You’d be dead if you lift up that shirt
.45, man, that b#tch go to work
Run down ,n#gg#s going berserk
10 toes, off of 10 different Perc’s
Run down, put a hole in your shirt
Spin a Suburban, I lurk
I’m itchin, I sip more than Durk
f#cking your b#tch, watch her take off her skirt
She neeky, she finna get turnt
Duce kicking, no Trackhawk geek
That b#tch a smut, get the f#ck off my meat [Geek
b#tch act stupid get left in the street
b#tches they know me, they know how I be
Talking to b#tches but I never cheat
Start acting funny, get replaced in a week
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