12 Hunna on the beat
Aye, haha
(Shoutout Jackwood)
You know (Mafia) shoutout to my cousin
(Foolie) and my uncle big magic ya know (Ay, ay, ay, ay)
Pull up with a motha****in' foreign car, it's a Maserati
Don't play with the clique, don't play with blood, they gon' catch a body
We ride through your house with a whole lot of stick with them Glocks with them di*ks
He say that he on it I know he a bi**h and that s**t ain't legit
And if a ni**a try to run up on me anywhere broad day promise he gon' die
Cause I got killers on speed dial, and I wish my ni**a eat trial
Bi**h ni**a stop it I'm higher than you though, you better go check on my latitude
These ni**as be talkin' like they really on it you diss me but ***** I'm not mad at ya
These ni**as wan' eat on my plate
Where was you when I was strugglin'
Where was you when I was husslin'
I am not feelin' these ni**as
Feelin' like the mob send a couple hits
Coolin' with my dogs just a couple crip
223's and them big F&N's
Me and Melly really runnin' to them bands
NP keep that MP he gon' shoot that thing until it's empty
Cause we run up a check in this white tee
We could scrabble up if you don't like me
Think he takin' my chain that's unlikely
******s strikin' that ni**a like lightnin'
Watch me hop out the Tesla truck
Got the doors up brought my killas they slidin', lil' bi**h
Pull up with a motha****in' foreign car, it's a Maserati
Don't play with the clique, don't play with blood, they gon' catch a body
We ride through your house with a whole lot of stick with them Glocks with them di*ks
He say that he on it I know he a ***** and that s**t ain't legit
And if a ni**a try to run up on me anywhere broad day promise he gon' die
Cause I got killers on speed dial, and I wish my ni**a beat trial
***** ni**a stop it I'm higher than you though, you better go check on my latitude
These ni**as be talkin' like they really on it you diss me but ***** I'm not mad at ya
'Cause it's a R-O-B-B-E-R-Y (Robbery, *****)
And we gon' pull up with whole lots of fire
Peeps they finally let a ni**a out
Now these diamonds on my ****in' couch
Got yo' ***** on my ****in' couch
Balenciaga, lakers in the wiggaait
Balenciaga loafers in her mouth
I make the ***** suck my toes
All of these *****es gon' suck on the d**k when I **** cause she gon' menopause
She wanna **** the team, she wanna **** the gang (Yeah)
All of this ice on my motha****in' neck like I'm Gucci Mane (Ya dig, yuh)
Pull up with a motha****in' foreign car, it's a Maserati
Don't play with the clique, don't play with blood, they gon' catch a body
We ride through your house with a whole lot of stick with them Glocks with them di*ks
He say that he on it I know he a ***** and that s**t ain't legit
And if a ni**a try to run up on me anywhere broad day promise he gon' die
Cause I got killers on speed dial, and I wish my ni**a beat trial
***** ni**a stop it I'm higher than you though, you better go check on my latitude
These ni**as be talkin' like they really on it you diss me but ***** I'm not mad at yaus
姝岃瘝鏉ヨ嚜Genius