Tay Keith, fuck 'em up, Tay Keith, fuck 'em up
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Twin Glocks, call 'em Mary and Kate, check hit, I get paid on the wake up
Where your mans? He got found in a lake, head tap, lil' bitch, keep your face up
Two grams, he don't know what to say, birthday, hit a lick, now my cake up
Strapped up, man, this shit every day, more guns in my car than a break shift
In my hood, boy, I'm movin' like Giver, I shot bro, now it's back to arenas
I ain't beefin' 'bout money, but we can go back and forth with them lil' racks like Serena
Speak on Feezy, I turn to the cleaner, I been lookin' for bro, have you seen him?
Where I'm from, we hop out of them steamers, don't care 'bout subpoenas, we sendin' the blitz
Who you know tote a Glock like this? Everybody hate Glock and Chris
Who you know gettin' guap like this? 60K for the watch, that's sick
These niggas can't top my grind, can't top my hustle, can't top my bitch
First 48, nigga get up out of line, send twenty at his top, bet them shots won't miss
Twin Glocks, call 'em Mary and Kate, check hit, I get paid on the wake up
Where your mans? He got found in a lake, head tap, lil' bitch, keep your face up
Two grams, he don't know what to say, birthday, hit a lick, now my cake up
Strapped up, man, this shit every day, more guns in my car than a break shift
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