Great John on the beat, by the way
Haah, haah
Haah, haah
Fross (Hahahaha)
Lemme hear that
Free Dev B bitch
Look
I saw my felons need some activists, like free the shottas (Grah)
And only real niggas in my circle, no imposter (Gang)
Lil' brodie, he a demon, he'll turn you into pasta
And after we done smoking you, we go and eat some lobster (What, what?)
Smoking big Runtz, shit shootin', call it Falcon (Falcon)
If niggas say it's lit, when we see 'em, we gon' out 'em (Grah)
He talking all that shit, let's really see if he about it (Grrt)
You say you moving hot, well we turning up the climate (Grah)
Selling grams in school while you was learning up in class (Gang)
I was adding bread while you was addin' up in math (Hah)
You was cuffing girls while I was clappin' up that ass (Ass)
You was doing homework while I was working in the trap (Trap)
You was up early taking field trips to school (School)
I was up early in the field, tryna boom (Bwah)
You was tricking with hoes, I scooped her like a spoon
Niggas nutted in her mouth, yeah I know you wifed it too
Hah, we got guns, we got big Tecs (What?!)
Talkin' out of line, have them kill you for that big check
And we ain't postin' on no book, nigga (Nah)
We'll come up on your sides and post up where you be at (Grah grah)
Niggas talkin', you could get flexed (What nigga?!)
A nigga been holdin' weight like I work in Planet Fitness (Hah)
And please stop talkin' like you droppin' niggas
The only dropping that you doing is from these bullets makin' contact, bang
Niggas know my body, I be wildin' out
'Cause I be moving like a demon, talking spazzin' out (What?)
Big booty bitches in the circle, they be actin' out (Grah)
Ass fat, UFC, have her tappin' out
Little freaky bitches that be actin' on some kinky shit (Woah)
'Cause I be fuckin' all night, she can't believe this shit
Drop top, 'cause I'ma drop the bag if she toppin' it (Skrt)
I'm startin' to think this bitch a shooter the way she cockin' it (Hah)
Huh, what?
Huh, what?
Huh, what?
Look
Might think I'm James Bond the way I'm fancy with my feets
I heard that she a freak, yeah baby we could meet
Got different color bitties and they all do tricks for me
You was workin' for the city while the city work for me (Hah, pussy)
While you was serving that food, I was servin' fiends
You was wifin' up them thotties, I was wifin' up that breesh
You was leaning on them hoes, I was sippin' on that lean
You was tricking for that pussy, I was fuckin' hoes for free
We ain't fuckin' with Suburbans, this a Cadillac, uh
You was working for that breesh, I was takin' that, uh
Told her get up on her knees, you was lickin' cat, uh
You was out here makin' scenes, I was shootin' that, uh
You was in it, finna snitch, I was lockin' in, uh
You was waiting for that swing, I was poppin' it, uh
I was out here upping scores, you was coppin' it, uh
I'm startin' to think this bitch a shooter the way she cockin' it, cockin' it, cockin' it, ah
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