[Intro: cl4pers & XXXTENTACION]
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[Verse 1: cl4pers]
Hit a n***a up, call it 2Pac
She tryna play my song on the boom box
I'm in the back and I'm chillin' with two thots
Look at that girl like, "Man, that bitch too hot"
Shout out to Autumn 'cause I got two Glocks (VDV got it)
Jumped off the porch, now I'm on the rooftop
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Bad lil' bitch and she givin' me knowledge
Shawty real fine and she go to college
Might give that girl all the money in my wallet
Me and my n***as, you know that we ballin'
I brought a .40 and bro brought the MAC in
Me and my n***as, yeah, we never lackin'
.40 gon' make that boy dance, Michael Jackson
N***as is mad cause the paper I'm stackin'
It's gettin' real messy, think I need a napkin
Told that boy Millie K, he gon' hand me the MAC-10
No, I'm not a Crip, but I get it crackin'
If I see a ho, I'ma blow her back in
Look at your boy, you know that I'm paper chasin'
I'm soundin' like Dami, no reparations
Like Quavo, I can't wait to say that we made it
[Verse 2: ronRomani]
Yeah, we gon' make it, we gon' be on [?]
Can't mess with these n***as, feel like they odds
If i turn it up, these n***as gon' bump
She eatin' the dick like a kabob
Stay getting the bag like we hit a jackpot
Its tug-a-war, if he gon' play, he need pumps
He want all the war,so we comin' with Glocks
They won't let em off,they don't wanna stop
I don't know why that these n***as wanna copy me
Got a bad bitch, and she wan' be on top of me
Getting that money like we won the lottery

[Verse 3: Jay2$unny]
Yuh, I ain’t a rapper but I’m still the goat
Got all these girls droppin on the flo’
Dancin like MJ, on my tippy toes
Dude talkin trash man he gotta go

Gonna get this bread, gonna get this cheese
Got all these haters talkin down on me
Mama raised me better, so I ain’t gon bleed
Tough as a soldier in World War 3

They hatin on me just cuz I’m short
They hatin on me cuz I suck at sports
But imma get famous, wait til the see
There’s gon be no mo hatin on me (yeah)
[Verse 4: cl4pers]
Call me Santana cause I stay on go
I'm sorry, bro, I ain't tried to steal your flow
I'm 4'2" in real life, I stand on my money, I'm 5'2"
Yo' ass been talkin', can't wait 'til we find you
I stick to yo' ho just like she some fine glue
No King Von, but n***a, she mine too