Yeah, fuck, bitch
What the fuck is this?
My fucking bitch be over my own place
My place, my nigga know what the place is
It's like it all
You hear the noise?
Catch him in traffic, do him nasty, that's a man down
A DN5, put a box on the back, they bitch make a band song
A spin a nigga block and then we miss, we come in background
Like who the fuck is you nigga?
Don't know ya, boy, you way off in the background
Yeah, let it smack down, nigga know how Savage rockin'
And that bitch all in my hand, I never keep it in my pocket
You say you gangsta, nigga, stop it
Face shot got your body lockin'
And what I'm clutchin', don't you bullets, swear the guard is spit on rockin'
We swing with big shit, I click this bitch, you goin' on your pocket
My name ringin' through the city, folks you ask niggas be wise
We bringin' pressure to the off, they clickin' up but we divide shit
We hopin' on your block, a footage chop, you can't survive this
The last nigga died cause he got hit up with a drake
I'm in that third circle with Cole, we lookin' for that nigga V
I bet I park it right, you pull on side all on the interstate
The graveyard's the sponsors, like, fuck our lady, the lady (for real)
You get money, step, my nigga, we relate
The last nigga got put up in some designer jays
Stankin' with his dick, that's what got the nigga hit in his face
Ay, fuck a nigga, I'm tryna see who gon' die today
Real humble nigga, I ain't even gotta do too much
Keep pillar talkin' with your bitch, that just gon' get a fuck
Bitch I could drop it down right now
Let nigga call my blood spot an apple
Bitch that on my mind mama put him up
Bullshit up for real
I catch it no time for to hesitate
Pull on sides and whip drop seats and send a bitch to heaven gate
Leave a nigga legs crossed, look like he tryna meditate
Run down with a 6-2 and I bet I make him level day
They know who really push it up for real, your dawg you on that side
Catch your luck, come slide this way, get balled up or feed your eye
Ain't gon' speak too much but one got hit in the nigga, bitch shoulda died
We put belt the ass to all the ops, I know that bitch's style
64, I put bullets in his back and he start burping
Let off shots, hit his leg and thigh, he muster all the churches
We gon' push up with a foolish, spin the bitch round in a circle
Yeah, okay, yeah, that's overkill, tryna close his curtains
Know we love to shoot and shit, know we not them ugly niggas
We pop out with Bukku 5, know that I'm a purpose figure
Know we stood on Bukku biz, dial you for the touch of niggas
Shoot this bitch here too precise, that's why we up double digits
Yeah, what the fuck is that, nigga?
64, nigga, we up double digits
You can't tell
Yeah
Double O, nigga
Brr
Brr
Brr
Brr
Brr
I ball them up
Bitch
I ball them up
Action people
I ball them up
You can't
I ball them up
The bitch dead
I ball them up
He took a head shot
I ball them up
Went to the leg
I ball them up
So he couldn't run no more
I ball them up
Yeah, that through
Hey
I get done, man
Light-legged with the-
Dawg, you said that double G
That's a double G
That's a double G
You said that's a double G
Dumb man
