Ha, NoLackin, baby (I got Brizzy on the beat, he go crazy)
Mm, know that's pistol packin', baby (Phew)
Nigga, ah
NoLackin, how shit crackin', baby (Yeah, uh)
Don't worry 'bout us over this side, we all Lackin
Ayy, uh, I'm in the bity gettin' active, baby
Uh, psh, NoLackin, bitch, what's crackin'?
Yeah, listen, I'm in the bity gettin' active (Pussy, pussy)
Phew, uh (Yeah), phew
Listen, listen (Uh)
I'm from the South, how many times I gotta tell these niggas? (How many times, how many times I gotta tell these niggas? Nigga)
And they don't stand on business, for real, so I don't smell these niggas (And they don't stand on business, for real, so I don't smell these niggas)
Hop in that car, my youngest thirsty, tryna catch a kill (Skrrt)
My first time bangin' with that Glock, NoLack was on the hill (I was what?)
The last nigga that said my name, we made him feel that steel (That nigga dead)
My youngest tryna feel that thrill, might pop a nigga off a pill (What else?)
Okay, nigga, load up with that K, we tryna catch us one a day (Grrah)
Nigga mention DMO name, then he had died, NoLack don't play (Get his ass)
Got the drop on this one opp, I'm tryna kill him, where he lay? (Uh-huh)
Once he heard we on his ass, he prayed to live another day (Ah-ha)
Uh, like, what you mean? They said his ass is still here (Bah, bah)
I got the drop, I walked him down, I thought I banged him in the clear (Bah, bah, bah, bah)
I know that milli' ripped his chest, I heard that bitch could flip a deer (Uh-huh)
Caught him at the barber shop, he never got from out his chair (Grrah, yeah)
We in the bitty gettin' active, baby (We gettin' active, baby)
And I bought some Glocks and wild out and got attachments, baby (And got attachments, baby)
We tryna bend, then say NoLackin, baby (Then say NoLackin, baby)
Yeah, we known to slide up on our side, we get it brackin', baby (What else?)
G-L-O-C-K on my side (Pussy), he tryna run
I pull it out, while brodie bangin' a .45 (Frrt, frrt, yeah)
Listen, S-W-I-T-C-H-Y (Damn, yeah)
That's the switchy on the back, we tap it once and let it fly (Bah)
Tried to diss inside that song, we caught him once, that nigga died (What else?)
Tilt my hat right to my bro, he said he sent somethin' to the sky (Damn)
Uh, uh, you tryna bend and be in the fire (Hot)
Got a member on the way, we got a smoke, he testify (Pussy)
G-L-O-C-K on my side (Pussy), he tryna run
I pull it out, while brodie bangin' a .45 (Frrt, frrt, yeah)
Listen, S-W-I-T-C-H-Y (Damn, yeah)
That's the switchy on the back, we tap it once and let it fly (Bah)
Tried to diss inside that song, we caught him once, that nigga died (What else?)
Tilt my hat right to my bro, he said he sent somethin' to the sky (Damn)
Uh, uh, you tryna bend and be in the fire (Hot)
Got a member on the way, we got a smoke, he testify (Pussy)
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