I tell them scoot from out my way
I need it now, no, I can't wait
Hit it from the back, she got me sweatin' (A17)
Lil' shawty, she the finest I done seen, she like a present
Brand new 'Rari, I got that stick inside this bitch, boy try to test me
(Damn, Jam, this shit a vibe)
One hundred or better, we get to dumpin' Smith & Wesson
Oh, late-night swervin', all day lurkin', broad day wit' that 223
J.O.G., they know that they like murder
Hey, what I ain't heard of?
I swear to God, too many people R.I.P
I swear that we gon' leave him, bleedin', whole family grievin'
Two hundred twenty thousand spent that on designer clothes
Most likely in 'em project houses with the finest ho
Look like a nigga hit the lotto with this bankroll
Hand on the Glock, we hit they corner like you ain't know
I can't fold, I'm way too solid like a brick
What you ain't know, half of them got knocked off by the clique
Revolvers, we got plenty
Fuck a Tahoe, Lamborghini
Elijah talkin ??? , bitch I'm ballin', no arena
I'm kickin' Peezy on this beat
With a extendy in the glizzy
I put a beamy on the nina
Gon' put my name right on your titty
Slangin' 9 from out of beamer
She say I don't know how to treat her
Hah, I just had a threesome, pussy wet, Aquafina
I just had a threesome, pussy wet, call FEMA
Mmm, I done really ran me up a check off reefer
I just really, really want the neck, she's a eater
My lil' nigga pay to get you whacked, gon' beat her
Hit it from the back, she got me sweatin'
Lil' shawty, she the finest I done seen, she like a present
Brand new 'Rari, I got that stick inside this bitch, boy try to test me
One hundred or better, we get to dumpin' Smith & Wesson
Oh, late-night swervin', all day lurkin', broad day wit' that 223
J.O.G., they know that they like murder
Hey, what I ain't heard of?
I swear to God, too many people R.I.P
I swear that we gon' leave him bleedin', whole family grievin'
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