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I put my foot on the gas, take off
I cannot let these boys pass me
Make a move and the scene gone get nasty
He get jammed since he wanna be flashy
Keep a shooter on deck, tell him, "blast him"
So you already know he gon' blast him

Mario bros smash' em
He get hit with that glock if he back him
I hit that shit, hold the neck
A chest shot'll will break out his back
Smoking dope in the back of the back
Got a glock wit' a tec round the neck
It's no warnings he talk he get stretched

Ion like when they talk out they neck
If we comin' we comin' correct
Nah if we comin' we comin' with straps, facts
Bro throwing bullets he getting you picked off
Receive the pack like we just got the kick off
Shout out to Yola no Clifford that's big dawg
Won't fuck ya' bitch 'cause she don't get my dick hard

Quick to spin right down your block
No mask on, throw coupla shots
Hit 'em up, ain't talkin' 2pac
Lift 'em up, yes you can get rocked
I do my dance on that hoe
Throwing ones while she dance on the pole

I hit that shit on the low, sike
I hit that shit with my bro
Kick her out, that bitch gotta go
She gone make me late for my show
And she loving the way that I flow
I'm hot, bitch drop and roll (Ah)

Get with me I'm catching vibes from Silly
They know I ride with killas
And them killas know I get busy
Facts it gets wicked and they know I stay on my pivot
Make a move and I swear you go missin'
Where he at, he swim with the fishes

I'm in the trap with a bad bitch
Get the pack and we flip it, no back flip
She doing tricks, gymnastics
He get jammed, start flexing and flashing
My niggas spin and cause madness
All y'all niggas bitches and cappin'
When we hit ya' block it get tragic
All jokes to the side we ain't laughing

I'm in the trap with a bad bitch
Get the pack and we flip it, no back flip
She doing tricks, gymnastics
He get jammed, start flexing and flashing
My niggas spin and cause madness
All y'all niggas bitches and cappin'
When we hit ya' block it get tragic
All jokes to the side, we ain't laughin'

All jokes to the side, we ain't laughin'
I Fucked the bitch once, then I passed it (Bye)
My boys do the job with a passion (Bah)
They shoot the gun once, then they pass it (Fly, yeah, yeah)
Extended clips, no more on my way (Whoa)
Need a drum because .30s, they average
Stay with a dime, my bitch, she not average (Oh)

So much money, these niggas can't match it (Not whoa)
Look at all of this guap we havin' (Yeah)
So much money, these niggas can't match it (Yeah)
He so broke, light a blunt with some matches
I remember we slept, dirty mattress (Damn)
On that beat made your girl just got dancin' (Yeah)
Hit my shoulder, we coolin', relaxin' (Yeah)

She keep twerkin', I look at her backend (Yeah)
Because that girl keep tryin' get my bag in (Bee, let's get it)
Foreign my whips, and I slide in Philly (Philly)
And I got a lil' bitch, that's my diamond filling (Fillin')
Man, her ass is so dumb and she kinda silly (Silly)
Told her my name was "Richard, The Master Mille" (Mille)
Yeah, this Bugatti cost way more than a milli (Milli)
I'm in Nawf and my pockets got half a milli (Milli)
Watch her know where what my laugh is
My boy in the cut just like T-Bop because my neck is so chilly

I'm in the trap with a bad bitch
Get the pack and we flip it, no backflippin' (Uh)
She doin' tricks, gymnastics
He get jammed, stop flexin' and flashin' (Uh)
My niggas spin it, cause madness
All y'all niggas bitches and cappin'
When we hit your block, it get tragic
All jokes to the side, we ain't laughin' (Uh)

I'm in the trap with a bad bitch
Get the pack and we flip it, no backflippin'
She doin' tricks, gymnastics
He get jammed, stop flexin' and flashin'
My niggas spin it, cause madness
All y'all niggas bitches and cappin'
When we hit your block, it get tragic
All jokes to the side, we ain't laughin'

Hold on, hold on, hold on
Yeah, gang shit, every day we mobbin'
We he say I fell off, I don't
Feel me, I'm just dustin' a lil' rust off, you hear me?
Hold on, hold on, uh

Step back, get hit like a rocket, pop it
I'm smokin' dope with my partner
Feet up, eatin' noodles, no lobster (No lobster)
Fuck want, nigga? You can get shot up
King dawg, swing dreads, no Rasta (Rasta)
My dawg Meer still king, Mufasa
Do my dance on that bitch with a choppa (With a choppa)
Like a bike with no brakes, you can't stop us

Hold up, hold up
Bro, shoot that shit up, they don't know us (No, bruh)
Got a Glock with a laser, come show up (Come show up)
Got a shooter on deck with a pole tucked
Saw that nigga in person, he froze up (Froze up)
The hollows had lit that man soul up (Soul up)
Hit that shit by they neck and they know us (Know us)
Smoking dope in the back of the Rover

I'm in the trap with a bad bitch
Get the pack and we flip it, no backflippin' (Uh)
She doin' tricks, gymnastics
He get jammed, stop flexin' and flashin' (Uh)
My niggas spin it, cause madness
All y'all niggas bitches and cappin'
When we hit your block, it get tragic
All jokes to the side, we ain't laughin' (Uh)

I'm in the trap with a bad bitch
Get the pack and we flip it, no backflippin'
She doin' tricks, gymnastics
He get jammed, stop flexin' and flashin'
My niggas spin it, cause madness
All y'all niggas bitches and cappin'
When we hit your block, it get tragic
All jokes to the side, we ain't laughin'