[BIG30 & Hotboii]
Blrrrd
Blrrrd, blrrrd
Big Blrrrd
Flooded my wrist
[Hotboii & BIG30]
I came from shit, I flooded my wrist, I'm chasin' these Ms
No, I ain't lyin', fuck it, I'm rich, it is what it is, don't wanna make friends
So stay out my way though, I'm layin' this on the table, don't make it be hard to exist
Be in your yard like a gardener, yeah, it's easy when you got anonymous tips
Yeah, I got the ball in my field
Spin on his block, black gloves with a goddamn mask on, it's ???[0:30]
I know you heard ???, but, nigga, I'm still gon' be here
I swear it ain't nobody that I fear (Blrrrd)
Walk in the club, all the hoes gon' stare (Blrrrd)
Who is that boy with the frozed up ear? (Ice)
[BIG30]
We them young niggas that follow your partner with switches, plus all of these Glocks with extensions (Blrrrd, blrrrd)
Handsome-ass gangster, I don't got no problem with Benjamin, I got these hoes showin' titties (On God)
I done made millions off rap and still murder for hire, I get paid for just killin' them missions (On God)
He done took one to the eye, mad as hell he ain't die (Blrrrd), but them members done fucked up his vision (Blrrrd, facts)
Me and my nigga gon' spin 'til we dizzy, pull up with that fire, then we burn down your block (We spinnin')
.223, firin' that bitch with precision, BIG30 so violent, he a shootin' star (I'm sinnin')
Ranned that boy down and flipped over his car (Blrrrd)
Put him on a shirt, turn the lil' boy to 'za (Blrrrd, blrrrd)
Hit him with an MP15 (Ah, ah), took one to the spleen, that's courtesy of the AR
News gang, nigga, put a nigga on Fox (News), he ain't get to see the doc', sent him straight to the morgue (It's over)
These niggas cappin' 'bout trappin', talkin' 'bout they a plug 'til a nigga come cut that cord (It's over)
7.62 came with a steak knife, up that bitch, that ho look like a sword (Blrrrd)
And all my choppers at the ho house, but all my switches at the store, blrrrd, blrrrd (Facts, on God)
[Hotboii]
I came from shit, I flooded my wrist, I'm chasin' these Ms
No, I ain't lyin', fuck it, I'm rich, it is what it is, don't wanna make friends
So stay out my way though, I'm layin' this on the table, don't make it be hard to exist
Be in your yard like a gardener, yeah, it's easy when you got anonymous tips
Yeah, I got the ball in my field
Spin on his block, black gloves with a goddamn mask on, it's ???
I know you heard ???, but, nigga, I'm still gon' be here
I swear it ain't nobody that I fear
Walk in the club, all the hoes gon' stare
Who is that boy with the frozed up ear?
[Hotboii]
Uh, uh, uh, uh, I think 'bout Celine and I pop me a pill
I got two bitches wanna fuck me together, that money called right and I swear I was there
Money over hoes, I ain't never met a bitch that excite me, money be givin' me thrills
Thots be givin' me ills
Diamonds be givin' me chills
Opps be givin' me kills
Fisherman, gotta have poles in reach
Jigga man, gotta come throwed on a beat
I'm safety on the field, you ain't scorin' on me
Shutdown, gotta control the streets
You know I love smoke, one day, I'll OD
But how 12 know? Patrol on beat
And how the judge know? She wasn't there a whole beep
Take it all to trial and I'm gonna beat it
[Hotboii]
I came from shit, I flooded my wrist, I'm chasin' these Ms
No, I ain't lyin', fuck it, I'm rich, it is what it is, don't wanna make friends
So stay out my way though, I'm layin' this on the table, don't make it be hard to exist
Be in your yard like a gardener, yeah, it's easy when you got anonymous tips
Yeah, I got the ball in my field
Spin on his block, black gloves with a goddamn mask on, it's ???
I know you heard ???, but, nigga, I'm still gon' be here
I swear it ain't nobody that I fear
Walk in the club, all the hoes gon' stare
Who is that boy with the frozed up ear?
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