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[Intro]
(Don’t come here-)
Yeah, yeah (Look how much men in midfield!!!)
[Chorus]
We can get it on, n***a, with suppressors! (Plugg!)
Glock switch and Drac’s put ‘em on a stretcher!
Hangin’ out the window, n***a, we gon’ catch ‘em!
High as fuck, takin’ drugs, clear my mind!
I’m on that block, n***a, tryna catch a opp, swear to God, n***a, lose my mind!...
Double down fully with a switch
You get in that jam, you fold like a bitch!
Say you want smoke? I got the Four Nick’
Walk down, hit a n***a in his shit
Young n***a, got the bands in my pocket
Say you won’t smoke? Take off like a Rocket
And I’m in a Benz, this bih’ not stoppin’
On the block with my twin, n***a, tryna pop ‘em!
[Verse]
Yah, I get that fuck boy hit!
Young n***a shit, boy, I’m sippin’ on Tris!
Yo’ bih’ lead the way then I fuck yo’ bitch (N***a!)
Young n***a on Perky’s, make my skin itch
You say, “It wasn’t worth it”, n***a, you a BITCH
Yah, Glock in my hand, hit yo’ shit
Yah, run up, you get hit
Paid a whole band, n***a, for these kicks!
N***a, you know the Glock hot…
N***a say he want smoke, why not?... (Why not?...)
I wipe that boy nose like snot
In the Bentley Coupe wit’ yo’ thot
Bullet hittin’ that boy, he say, “Ha!”
Walk down on that fuck n***a, hit ‘em!
Young n***a shit but you know I’m not little
If you hit that pack then that package is mental!...
[Outro]
Bitch! (Bitch!...)
Yo… (Yo…)
(Plugg!)
(Don’t come here-)
Yeah, yeah (Look how much men in midfield!!!)
[Chorus]
We can get it on, n***a, with suppressors! (Plugg!)
Glock switch and Drac’s put ‘em on a stretcher!
Hangin’ out the window, n***a, we gon’ catch ‘em!
High as fuck, takin’ drugs, clear my mind!
I’m on that block, n***a, tryna catch a opp, swear to God, n***a, lose my mind!...
Double down fully with a switch
You get in that jam, you fold like a bitch!
Say you want smoke? I got the Four Nick’
Walk down, hit a n***a in his shit
Young n***a, got the bands in my pocket
Say you won’t smoke? Take off like a Rocket
And I’m in a Benz, this bih’ not stoppin’
On the block with my twin, n***a, tryna pop ‘em!
[Verse]
Yah, I get that fuck boy hit!
Young n***a shit, boy, I’m sippin’ on Tris!
Yo’ bih’ lead the way then I fuck yo’ bitch (N***a!)
Young n***a on Perky’s, make my skin itch
You say, “It wasn’t worth it”, n***a, you a BITCH
Yah, Glock in my hand, hit yo’ shit
Yah, run up, you get hit
Paid a whole band, n***a, for these kicks!
N***a, you know the Glock hot…
N***a say he want smoke, why not?... (Why not?...)
I wipe that boy nose like snot
In the Bentley Coupe wit’ yo’ thot
Bullet hittin’ that boy, he say, “Ha!”
Walk down on that fuck n***a, hit ‘em!
Young n***a shit but you know I’m not little
If you hit that pack then that package is mental!...
[Outro]
Bitch! (Bitch!...)
Yo… (Yo…)
(Plugg!)