(Fuckyousmly)
Uh-huh
Hello? (Bounce)
He here
You said what?
Nigga, he here
What he got on?
He got a Off-White hoodie on
Alright (But I ain't shelf)
I'ma call you back
It's on the 'Wood
Yeah (Yeah), drop the lo' (Uh-huh)
Ain't no spots inside the rental, we gon' stash 'em in the floor
Bitch, the striker on the way, mask up, we finna go (Skrrt)
Lil' bro just called back, blow the light, it's fo' sure
I just robbed him for his chain, gang ate him out his Rollie (He dead)
My favorite hat still on this Glock, it ain't for sale, this a trophy
He on a couch, I'm at his window with the Drac', yeah, I'm nosey (Brrt)
Chopper kickin', nigga tried to block the shots, he a goalie
Boys comin', had to run back to the whip, nigga, drive (Drive)
I'm a troll, the only time I play my opps is when they die (Ha)
I was signin' for an M, heard they shot 'em in his eye (Faceshot)
I just jumped out on a chase, now I'm waitin' on my ride
He ain't tryna catch a B, niggas actin' weird on me (Uh-huh)
We just caught an opp lackin', finna have a ceremony (Boy)
I'm wearin' Levi jeans, but it got Denim Tears on it (I'm dripped)
Ain't never spanked a belt, they ain't scored in years on us, nigga (Belt Gang)
A hundred K? (Huh?) I got a million (Uh-huh)
What you call a nigga who ain't slidin'? A civilian
Got his APT, I'm finna walk inside his building (Apartment)
Caught his ass at Wendy, I ain't never fucked with Williams (Wendy Williams)
I can go to Johnny Dang, but I might just do veneers (Uh-huh)
Bro left in and came back with a watch, I told 'em grab a souvenir Was thinkin' 'bout a Track, Head told me do the Urus (Skrrt)
Told dukes I'm rich now, quit her job, this shit serious (This shit serious, mom)
To everybody talkin' down, bitch, I'm finna go up (Uh-huh)
Got drunk and fucked an opp bitch, me and Skoob tore up
Ain't use to have a mattress, now I'm finna blow up (Blow mattress)
Got a drop at eight am, I'm finna go wake bro up (Get up)
Grab yo' gun, glasses and yo' drill gear, we finna slide, ayy
We finna slide, uh, we finna slide, uh
Start the strike, put in the drop, we finna slide, haha
We finna ride, haha, he finna die, nigga
Yeah (Yeah), drop the lo' (Uh-huh)
Ain't no spots inside the rental, we gon' stash 'em in the floor
Bitch, the striker on the way, mask up, we finna go (Skrrt)
Lil' bro just called back, blow the light, it's fo' sure
I just robbed him for his chain, gang ate him out his Rollie (He dead)
My favorite hat still on this Glock, it ain't for sale, this a trophy
He on a couch, I'm at his window with the Drac', yeah, I'm nosey (Brrt)
Chopper kickin', nigga tried to block the shots, he a goalie
Yeah, free Key
Free the Belts, free the Belts
R.I.P. Jumpout
Uh-huh
This the biggest shark tappin' in, nigga
Belt Gang mafia
R.I.P. Jumpout, nigga, free them boys
I be on somethin', nigga, y'all niggas know what the fuck goin' on
Yeah, nigga, welcome to Inkster
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