[Intro]
Huh
Huh, huh-huh
Huh, huh-huh
Huh-huh, huh, huh-huh
Hah, huh-huh

[Verse]
Guap, huh-huh
N***a, you know we runnin' up guap, gettin' them figures
She say that she love me a lot, said I'm that n***a
Pull up, pull up in the spot, hop out the [?]
She know a n***a got style, I don't gotta rizz her
Marni on my feet, not Crocs, you know I'm not simple
Push up on me, I'm not tryna box
Boy get popped like a pimple
Yo' 6, what's the word?
Black truck for the day, that's a fizzle
N***as travel like we double dribbled
Keep a small circle like a nipple
N***as don't keep it official
You don't know who really with you
Let a hood bitch hold my pistol
She gon' make that shit clap, what's the issue?
I make it rain, lil' n***a, gon' drench you
Dot on his head like a Hindu
Shrooms, they hittin' my mental
Freak bitch tryna fuck on the bros, let 'em know who sent you
I don't need these fuckin' hoes, no, they not essential
Brodie bought the Rolls out, we was jackin' the Benz though
I had to tear that shit down, we run to the end zone
Big GLE shit, n***a, I don't hop in no Benzos
N***a, I don't do no [?], don't do no benzos
Got in her crib and I got to the kitty, no hello
Pourin' up purple, I'm pourin' up Donatello
Bitch, you know we rollin', smokin' like a chimney
Bitch, I flexed up, I know why these n***as envy me
I got legs on my body like a centipede
She like [?] countin' green
She can bring a lil' friend, n***a, have a three
I know what it was, n***a, when I seen it
[?]
Don't gotta run, keep that shit on me
I'm in the hood posted with that thing, yeah
[Outro]
Don't gotta run (Don't gotta run, keep that shit on me, yeah)
Don't gotta run (Let's go)
Don't gotta run
Don't gotta run
Pasto Flocco, yeah