(Yes, Jayco)
(Jjxcksnn, we got a fuckin' banger, Jjxcksnn)
Uh
Rather me than you, rather you than me
Shit, I done ran my racks up, I can send a blitz in from the bleacher
I'm rockin' drip from overseas, the shit I rock make me look poor
I just dropped a RPM, my styrofoam could tell I'm tall, uh
Diamonds in my drink, diamonds in my face, uh (Diamonds in my face)
Like my codeine clean, that's a different taste, uh (That's a different taste)
Rollin' off a bean, bitch, get out my face, uh (Bitch, get out my face)
Bitch, I push up clean, put it in they face
I'm pullin' racks up out my pocket and my cargo filled with C's
Crip blue, Nipsey Hustle, bitch, I ran up cottage cheese
Supply my young niggas with V's, you know that backseat got a purpose
If that window start to rollin' down and that glick start to workin'
Switch attached, that bitch start twerkin', Megan-style, wow (Megan-style, wow)
Brodie bouncin' out that V like fuckin' Bow-Wow (Frr)
Bounce with me, bounce with me
Fuck it, bang, belt to ass like Pootie Tang
Like how you let your shooter hang?
Like for mine, sacrifice a goat (Sacrifice a goat)
I'm rockin' drip you never heard of (Never heard of)
Shooters locked inside that cell, they fightin' murder
One B, two B, three B, go catch some more
Brodie up six, seven souls, say that's a blessing 'cause that's angel numbers
Bro-brodie tried to clone me, but, bitch, it ain't no other
Brodie got my line tapped, I hung up on my mother
Man, my dog done robbed a cop, he was a undercover
Now he lock-locked in the sock, they made you meet your mother (Brr)
Yeah, nigga, and we five B's in, nigga
Forever disrespectful, nigga, free BD, nigga
And say that name, you get fuckin' murdered, nigga, word
My fuckin' BD, nigga
I ain't dissin' on 'em
Rather me than you, rather you than me
Shit, I done ran my racks up, I can send a blitz in from the bleacher
I'm rockin' drip from overseas, the shit I rock make me look poor
I just dropped a RPM, my styrofoam could tell I'm tall, uh
Diamonds in my drink, diamonds in my face, uh (Diamonds in my face)
Like my codeine clean, that's a different taste, uh (That's a different taste)
Rollin' off a bean, bitch, get out my face, uh (Bitch, get out my face)
Bitch, I push up clean, put it in they face
I'm pullin' racks up out my pocket and my cargo filled with C's
Crip blue, Nipsey Hustle, bitch, I ran up cottage cheese
Supply my young niggas with V's, you know that backseat got a purpose
If that window start to rollin' down and that glick start to workin' (Brr)
Switch attached, that bitch start twerkin', Megan-style, wow (Megan-style, wow)
Brodie bouncin' out that V like fuckin' Bow-Wow (Frr)
Bounce with me, bounce with me
Fuck it, bang, belt to ass like Pootie Tang
Like how you let your shooter hang?
Like for mine, sacrifice a goat (Sacrifice a goat)
I'm rockin' drip you never heard of (Never heard of)
Shooters locked inside that cell, they fightin' murder
One B, two B, three B, go catch some more
Brodie up six, seven souls, say that's a blessing 'cause that's angel numbers
Bro-brodie tried to clone me, but, bitch, it ain't no other
Brodie got my line tapped, I hung up on my mother
Man, my dog done robbed a cop, he was a undercover
Now he lock-locked in the sock, they made you meet your mother (They made you meet your mother)
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