[Intro]
Blaow
Fuck
Fuck y'all n***a ass on, man
Haha, tighten up (What?)
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
Real-deal smacker, rubber bands on my Glock, can't buy no grip, get active (Baow, baow, baow, baow)
Built-in switch, not a [?], fuck n***a gon' clap him (Fuck n***a gon' clap him, yeah)
Yeah, snake boy felt that zig, he ain't never get back, n***a, fuck your gang, get active (Fuck your gang)
"TKey standin' on business," fuck n***a, don't drag it (Baow, baow, baow, baow, baow)
Yeah, I don't never get to hoop with n***as, these opp-ass n***as be playin' Madden
In the last two years, four n***as had said, "Fuck gang," now they all in Heaven
I got a fat-ass seventy-five rounds in this Drac', hell nah, I will not stop saggin'
Hang out the window lit, this fully quake, screamed, "Fuck your gang," what happened?

[Verse]
Bitch, I'm EBK, don't say we cliqued, n***a ass get popped for cappin' (Fuck your gang, n***a)
Pussy-ass n***a tried bark down on me in text, I almost got parked for [?] (Baow)
Once again, them n***as said, "Fuck gang," caught hot shit, check the rap sheet
And if they still living, we gon' get to 'em, don't even trip, they gon' see (N***a, what? What?)
I heard word around they want me
Come and get me, I ain't duckin' no wreck
I just bought the gang fullies
Lil' twin upgrade from a kill
They think that's some more n***as behind that work, they don't even know we did that (Baow, baow, baow)
Bitch-ass n***a been tryna contest this shit like we won't push his wig back (Baow, baow, baow)
Come through, money spread, I'm a young rich n***a, this shit goin' straight to my head
I dropped a bag on lil' buddy and threw on some extra to make sure the young n***a dead
TeeKee sped, [?] shoot lil' bitch in his dreads
Bitch tried to bump down on 'em, must've thought I was scared
Yeah, n***a mad I said fuck they mans, well, fuck him again, he dead
Your bitch wasn't live, I'd clap him again
Get to slingin' this Draco on the opp n***a block, I'm nasty, I'm pushin' two in his skin
I got the young n***a [?], lil' twin tryna fuck shit in
[Chorus]
Real-deal smacker, rubber bands on my Glock, can't buy no grip, get active (Baow, baow, baow, baow)
Built-in switch, not a [?], fuck n***a gon' clap him (Fuck n***a gon' clap him)
Yeah, snake boy felt that zig, he ain't never get back, n***a, fuck your gang, get active (N***a, fuck your gang)
"TKey standin' on business," fuck n***a, don't drag it (Fuck n***a, don't drag it)
I don't never get to hoop with n***as, these opp-ass n***as be playin' Madden
In the last two years, four n***as had said, "Fuck gang," now they all in Heaven (Baow, baow, baow, baow)
I got a fat-ass seventy-five rounds in this Drac', hell nah, I will not stop saggin'
Hang out the window lit, this fully quake, screamed, "Fuck your gang," what happened? (N***a, fuck your gang, n***a)

[Outro]
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