Yeah, uh, I’m with the gang we sippin’ on syrup
Yeah, damn, I get the guap f#ck what you heard
Yeah, ah, K send him up he fly like a bird
Damn, I’m a get racks and that’s one thing for certain
With your b#tch, she calling me sir
I’m off the lean and I talk with a slur
I beat the kitten up I make it purr
Yeah, Bbro hit my phone what’s the word
Uh, That b#tch think we permanent
They snakes behind the curtains with it
Let off shots and I’m not missin’
Me and my shooter we won’t miss ya
Look at my teeth they glistening
Look at your b#tch she listening
I’m a get all thesе digits in
Choppa need addy it’s fidgeting
Spin the block like a cеiling fan
Yeah, I got an F&N
You falling off yeah and it’s evident
I’m a just hit that band dance
Pouring up in them Fantas
Pull off in a Phantom
.30 really dismantle
Shots hit him his life cancelled
He don’t want smoke, no cancer
I’m f#cking on a dancer
Pockets looking like Santa, ah
Yeah, pocktes looking fat as f#ck
Yeah, so many drugs I’m stuck
Run up on me try your luck
I got a K and it’s tucked
I don’t wanna work cause you suck
It’s me and the gang what’s up
Let that sh#t go, fa fa
They fake they in disguise
Yeah, uh, I’m with the gang we sippin’ on syrup
Yeah, damn, I get the guap f#ck what you heard
Yeah, ah, K send him up he fly like a bird
Damn, I’m a get racks and that’s one thing for certain
With your b#tch, she calling me sir
I’m off the lean and I talk with a slur
I beat the kitten up I make it purr
Yeah, Bbro hit my phone what’s the word
Uh, That b#tch think we permanent
They snakes behind the curtains with it
Let off shots and I’m not missin’
Me and my shooter we won’t miss ya
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