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(Damn, FINNGOTIT)
Brr, yeah (yeah)
Yeah, niggas know (yeah) what the fuck goin' on
Big BabyChiefDoit, man (brr, brr, brr)
26 12 shit, bitch (gang, gang, slatt)
I say, I keep runnin' out of shit to say
I don't wanna rap no more (I don't wanna rap)
I wanna swing my door on a nigga, tryna put tags on toes
Why would I trip 'bout a bitch?
Nine times out of ten, I already had them hoes (I already had that bitch)
We chase shit down, for sure
One nigga tried to run but his ass too slow (come here, come here)
I really make shit sit down, niggas better get down or get left on the floor
I'm the weatherman, you don't know who I am?
Lil' bitch, I make shit snow (bitch)
My money made me tall as fuck, I didn't need to grow (I ain't need to grow)
I'm gettin' high off laughter
Hearin' the opps get took, don't need to smoke
You say you hot but no, you not
PSA, won't peace treaty shit
We gon' kill whoever fuck with the opps (we killin' your ass)
Midnight, tweakin' in this bitch, they got me started and I can't stop
Since they wanna troll, I'm throwin' up fours 'cause you already know
Four niggas got shot (four niggas got put in the bed)
Clean up, pullin' up on niggas with the mops
Ain't gotta go on hits, nigga, I'm too rich, 10K straight payin' for tops
I ain't got much to offer, dick, money, and dick is all I got
I don't think you understand
I can take you to the top (I don't think you understand)
I know I look like a bitch, but I blew more smoke than you and your crew
I told bro his ass gon' die, one day later, his ass went, "Poof"
I feel like STAR BANDZ, come through blowin', bow, boom, boom, boom
Punchin' him right in his shit so goddamn hard
That nigga done swallowed a tooth (damn)
I keep runnin' out of shit to say
I don't wanna rap no more
I wanna swing my door on a nigga, tryna put tags on toes
Why would I trip 'bout a bitch?
Nine times out of ten, I already had them hoes (I already had that bitch)
We chase shit down, for sure
One nigga tried to run but his ass too slow (yeah)
SB with it all, I'll bust them shells (with it all)
And I'll go toe-to-toe (yeah)
Got certified clappers, big bad wolf (bow, bow)
The type blow down your door (bow, yeah)
I been waitin' to blow, I'm like a fiend
I want all the smoke (I'm like a fiend, I want all the smoke)
Chase him down, hit him in his throat (yeah)
Make that nigga choke (yeah, yeah)
I don't leave out the crib
Without my chains on me (without my-, without my chains on me)
VIP, walk in the party with that thing on me (yeah, I got that thing on me)
I got them hitters with me, so I wish you would (yeah, wish a nigga would)
Opps say I'm weak, then I laugh (would)
Because I do the things you wish you could
(I do the things you wish you could)
I'm the Princess of the Ville (could)
One false move'll get you killed (gang, gang)
Got them youngins on that corner like the King of the Hill (gang, gang)
And I've been countin' racks before I had a deal
Opps should be mad 'bout bein' broke ('fore I had a deal, nigga)
But be mad about a nigga, be for real (be for real)
Hate that bop with all my heart
Jump on her face, stomp her out (stomp, stomp)
I'm the type to smack your mom
'Cause she ain't teach you, watch your mouth (stomp, stomp)
Scratch the posts and come get with me
Goofies do so much for clout (bow, bow, do so much for clout)
Seen me dolo, ain't do nothin'
'Cause they know what I'm about, nigga (what I'm about)
I keep runnin' out of shit to say
I don't wanna rap no more (at all)
I wanna swing my door on a nigga
Tryna put tags on toes (kill this bitch ass nigga)
Why would I trip 'bout a bitch?
Nine times out of ten (I'm finna get 'em)
I already had them hoes (threw the fuckin' rounds)
We chase shit down, for sure (I wanna shoot, niggas ain't shit)
One nigga tried to run but his ass too slow (lil' bitch ass nigga goin' down)
On everything, nigga, 26 12 shit, bitch, slatt!
Writer(s): Jayden Whittier Jones, Finn Sutton, Star Flowers
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