[Intro]
Gi-gi-girlNEXTdoor

[Verse]
Ayy, I don't like these n***as, or these bitches neither
I been outside chasing shit down feel like a Cheetah
I be wit' the gang, I be wit' some bad people
An' they don't tell nobody when they shooting at people
These n***as got it backwards, must be tryna get indicted
You talking 'bout some smoke?
Fuckboy don't get me excited (Ayy)
Smoking on some pressure got me feeling like a pilot
Foe nem ain't wit' extras take yo' treasures like a pirate
Uhh, n***a took the stand, now he can't stand no more
They don't understand the plan, so I can't stand no hoe
First that n***a was a fan then he turnt to a John Doe
Leave yo' shit cooking like a pan we got work on the stove
Lemme find out where you staying we gon' walk in like a store
Real n***a, fuck a stripper 'cuz I only know one pole
And I never could be bitter 'cuz I live for all my bros
Choppa first name Derrick come thru' slamming shit like Rose
I might blow out that muhfucka
Scope out a muhfucka
Crack a n***a egg and knock da' yolk out that muhfucka
We ain't doing favors when we smoke out a muhfucka
Grab da' ziplock an' pull some dope out that muhfucka
Caught ya' homie filled that boy up wit' some hot shit
We don't do mosh pits, bitch we do Glock clips
Ayy, you ever had a n***a shot at you then miss?
And later on when he die you gotta explain that shit?
Me neither, uh
We keep heaters, uh
Da DE eat a n***a talking seasoned, huh
Got n***as running off when they see me for no reason, huh?
Got n***as in my DMs claiming that we beefing, huh?
Stupid, you got the toolie use it
Unnecessary purchase 'cuz we know you ain't gon' do shit
Talking 'bout you if the shoe fit n***a
New chains you a new lick
Got a new thang wit' a new grip
Bayonet on that bitch cut ya' tongue out and the two lips
Joccboy n***a I might die for this shit, ayy
Was a Glockboy, now I'm riding for my n***a, ayy
Fuck 2018 'cuz shit fucked around got thicker
I lost more than 3 of my brothers, we ain't even got no pictures
Shit fucked up, I know they watchin' down on me
R I P like P O P, I hold it down homie
In these streetz these n***as sweet, I keep sum' sour on me
Always prepared when beef unleash, I keep a pound on me
Remember in da' sixth grade it was children play
Now we like n***a fuck chores, it's a drill today
You want fame and fortune, we ain't built da' same
Ayy, n***a fuck billboard, we got bills to pay
[Outro]
Gi-gi-girlNEXTdoor