Low the Great
Blueface, baby
FBeat producing all the heat
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
We know, yeah, yeah, yeah
Aight
Yeah
Aya-ya
Aight
I just drop the roof to show em the proofs
Lonely at the top, keep a chop inside of the booth
I just cop the coupe cause ain't no room for two dudes
If I get stopped, put the chop in the bitch boobs
Walkin' like a penguin, cause it's bangin', pokin' out the soup
You ain't a nigga if you trippin', niggas don't follow suit
School yard crib to your kids and baby mama too
Tatted the hood on my face, got tired of niggas askin'
We just some crips in the bucket and we lookin' for action
Last nigga dissed me, this shit was a Disaster
If they don't let us in this club, we jump in the bouncer
They don't give us all the drugs, we hop in the counter
I'm the type of nigga bring a gun to the baby shop
Get down where you mad, that niggas wanna wait
I order sides, niggas up
Plotting and scheming
Let me find out niggas dodging their demons
You ain't never seen a nigga die, you ain't seen shit
I stay on demon time with this nine, boy don't flinch
I just drop the roof to show em the proofs
Lonely at the top, keep a chop inside of the booth
I just cop the coupe cause ain't no room for two dudes
If I get stopped, put the chop in the bitch boobs
Walkin' like a penguin, cause it's bangin', pokin' out the soup
You ain't a nigga if you trippin', niggas don't follow suit
School yard crib to your kids and baby mama too
Tatted the hood on my face, got tired of niggas askin'
Effing tucked in his jacket ain't talking about no fashion
Tired of niggas acting like they really was an action
Niggas getting packed out to get packed in
We max niggas out before niggas get maxed in
Bitches love me niggas hate me with a passion
Gotta catch my breath cause i'm gashing
I just put a hundred on ten ain't go back for the chain
Niggas put dubs on the prius like they getting money
Huh, huh, man, that shit funny
Ten thousand and ones rich niggas throw money on mondays
I just drop the roof to show em the proofs
Lonely at the top, keep a chop inside of the booth
I just cop the coupe cause ain't no room for two dudes
If I get stopped, put the chop in the bitch boobs
Walkin' like a penguin, cause it's bangin', pokin' out the soup
You ain't a nigga if you trippin', niggas don't follow suit
School yard crib to your kids and baby mama too
Tatted the hood on my face, got tired of niggas askin'
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