[Lil Jairmy]
Chill, chill, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
All of my Backwoods full of gas, all my shows full of killers (I already know what it is, it ain't got re-called)
Chill, yeah, yeah, yeah (Chill, chill)
Chill, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Niggas know I fuck with Wiz the Wizza, bust a whole bag down the middle (Chill, chill)
[Lil Jairmy]
Everyday gas way livin', I done ran it up to the ceiling
I done let her fuck me with no condom, she done got stuck in her feelings
I don't give a fuck, I'll bust the richest nigga, go to war with a million
Used to pull up to the trap, junkies passing out like a start in the building
I been drinking raw, I just threw a house party, lot of stars and attendance
And we had them broads in attendance, and we had them rods in attendance
Posted with my dawgs, yeah, we all strapped, ain't nobody guards and attendance
I'm the gas god, niggas playin' hard, they gon' be the first ones get it
[Lil Jairmy]
Told her, "I'm top 'til I'm finished"
Told her, "Don't move 'til I'm finished"
I just popped two, drunk another deuce, think I done reached my limit
Niggas wanna start with me, talking beef, they gon' be the first ones finished
'Fore these niggas even thought 'bout copping Lamb' trucks, we was the first ones with it
Fuck what you think, better not blink, better not let the jack boys get in
Soon as you reach, we gon' teach niggas we standing on business
I ain't checking in, now I sit it out, I hit 'cause I bust guns, period
We ain't with the joking when we tryna smoke a nigga, we be dead-ass serious
Triple cut, the windows tinted, that don't mean that ain't rented
We on to y'all niggas
Trappin' ten years, still ain't made a mill', nigga, somethin' wrong with y'all niggas
Trap on go, y'all shit slow, I can give a phone to y'all niggas
Rap niggas hoes, rap with my bros, I ain't doing songs with y'all niggas
And you can have the ho, I don't even want her, I be giving ho to ya'll niggas
Taking care of the hood, I done did more and I ain't even old as y'all niggas
Crashing my whip, rollin' out the 'bow and all of my shows full of killers
Long as I got mine, tell 'em good, I'ma put that pole on a nigga
All strapped (All strapped)
[Fat Wizza]
I would've trapped out ya bitch spot, I just need the stove in the kitchen (Stove in the kitchen)
This shit be so raw (Raw), when I'm whippin' this shit, bring your nose when you're sniffing (Bah, bah, bah, boom)
My nigga got a fence spot and a tent spot, I put them 'bows in the city (I put them 'bows in the city)
Like I hit the jackpot in the crack spot (Oh, yeah), got in they 'bows when we whippin' (Yeah, on God)
I'm rocking some fat-ass nuggets (Bling, bling, boom)
Told 'em to shoot for the head if it's in my circle with this fashion
Ah, my trap need a brick on the mattress
I fuck around, put the kit on the Scat (Kit on the Scat)
If I go and get it, I'm taxin' (I'm taxin')
Real in the streets, this shit different from rapping (Different from rapping)
Just count up four-hundred, ain't get it from rapping (Ain't get it from rapping)
I take that bitch, get her wrapping these packages (Get her wrapping these packages)
Uh, I fell in love with this Wock' (Oh), I love sippin' this shit, I was wishing it's Activist (I was wishing it's Activist)
If I bought you some 'bows ('Bows), then you working for me (Oh, yeah)
Nigga, you part of my faculty (Part of my camp)
Extravagant (Extravagant), they know we pop it immaculate (We pop it immaculate)
I gotta give it to charity (Yeah)
Shit on him, he looking embarrassing (Uh, yeah, uh, yeah)
ShotOff
(Dee, you poppin' your shit, nigga)
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