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Lyrics
(AirWay got the fucking sauce)
(Simo Fre just killed it)
Huh, ha-ha-ha
I can't trust a bitch, won't go like them, won't go out sad at all
All my niggas felons, we strapped as fuck, they might as well change the law
Young nigga got his head left on the dashboard, tell him wax it off
Treat they blocks like Triple H, on Friday nights, we smack it off
I can't lie, when my opp had died, I was mad as hell, I was sad and all
Young nigga heard that gunfire, saw his mans drop shit and backed it all
We the ones droppin' these windows, makin' shit get low, shit, and we smashin' out
Fuck niggas stay on Zillow, soon as we get low, a bitch'll be crashin' out
Young saints, you come on my block, we turn tough-ass niggas to zaza
I put that beef on top your head with some bread, that's empanada
In other words, you gon' die, I swear to God, I seen that guala
You say that's magic if he die, then he died, I told him, "Walla"
I can be vouchin' for these niggas, I know lil' chopper boy gon' do it
I can be vouchin' for these niggas, I know lil' Jake can get into it
I can be vouchin' for these niggas, I know lil' Pete gon' up and blow it
I can be vouchin' for these niggas 'cause I ain't never seen him do it (bitch)
I can't trust a bitch, won't go like them, won't go out sad at all
All my niggas felons, we strapped as fuck, they might as well change the law
Young nigga got his head left on the dashboard, tell him wax it off
Treat they blocks like Triple H, on Friday nights, we smack it off
I can't lie, when my opp had died, I was mad as hell, I was sad and all
Young nigga heard that gunfire, saw his mans drop shit and backed it all
We the ones droppin' these windows, makin' shit get low, shit, and we smashing out
Fuck niggas stay on Zillow, soon as we get low, a bitch'll be crashin' out
Young saints, you come on my block, we turn tough-ass niggas to zaza
I put that beef on top your head with some bread, that's empanada
In other words, you gon' die, I swear to God, I seen that guala
You say that's magic if he die, then he died, I told him, "Walla"
Writer(s): Rayhan Sanhaji, Unknown Writer
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