[Intro]
(Andree, run it up)
Yeah, nigga
They know who, who, the fuckin'— uh, yeah
I got this shit on lock, nigga, I'm standin' on this shit
I ain't goin' nowhere, nigga, I'll never let this shit down, nigga (Ayo, FLAME, how you make this one, man?)
RW, nigga, bitch
[Verse]
Hmm, geeked up, baby, I been geekin' (Geekin')
The summertime approachin', huh, killer season (Killer season)
Tweak out, wish you not 'cause we gonna leave your ass bleedin' (Leave you bleedin')
Tryna get locations on the opps, we call that pingin' (We call that pingin')
I'ma let that fuckin' chopper wobble like a penguin
Niggas getting shot, bitch, what's the squabble? Pistol ringin' (Pistol ringin')
We get locations on the opps, we load up cars, I pray to God
Like, "Father, watch over me while I slay this demon"
I ain't gotta flex no more, bitch, they know I got that shit (They know I got it)
I been grindin' 24, chasin' after the guap, lil' bitch (Lil' bitch)
Gotta get you knocked, why you playin' on my top, lil' bitch? (Lil' bitch)
When you poppin', they gon' flock, they be on some follow shit (Bitch)
When it's beef, I'm in that heat, I'm the one that's callin' shit (That's callin' it)
You play that fire, you cross that line, straight show your ass how to dog a bitch (How to dog a bitch)
This ain't no tit for tat, that money talk, that end the argument (Yeah)
I got Glocks, chops, all kind of iron, all type of armory
They say I'm baghead, I thought I'd let you know (Yeah)
Put a hundred up, I'ma add a hundred more for sure (That's for sure)
Two hundred thou', let's count it down, nigga, that's word to my bro (Word to bro)
My jewelry, hear this bling-blaow, nigga, I'll blind your ho (I'll blind your ho)
I just talked to Joc, he say he EBK, let's put that button on
The opps can eat a dick, straight eat his face when I turn that cutter on
A hunt like Easter day, no [?], no gang, no killers home
We slide that GP place from the Eastern way, we gotta bring Joc home
Joc said fuck him, you know I'm with my brother (With my brothers)
These niggas ain't act a fool for real, so go on and grab that shovel (Grab that shovel)
An all-out blitz what I'ma send, I'm take this shit to another level
Forever a Godchild, so excuse me when I say they woke the devil
I'm on other shit, nah, can't no nigga do it better (They can't)
We gon' kill your bitch ass 'cause you like thinking with your pecker
These niggas mad that they can't get to me, they tryna do whatever
Boy, I know you know I know you hoes had put a pot together
We individually go band for band with me, niggas can't match
Watch what you sayin' to me, them boys be sprayin' for me, they take your hat
That money long, my bag getting strong, we bring that bitch back
Bitch, I been stackin' up on guap and I've been running up them hats
Twenty thousand, huh? Grab him, blam him
Pull up right onside that boy and let that chopper slam him
Jdot Breezy always fuckin' mad, I don't understand him
I'm off the fucking leash, they woke the beast and I ain't sparin' him
I'm with the nigga that come out at the nighttime, talk about a killin'
Hit a traffic center, ball like I got twenty and bro got twenty
That's a quick forty-piece, make sure that nigga finished
And if you get who with him, that's a double, three say add me in it
(Andree, run it up)
Yeah, nigga
They know who, who, the fuckin'— uh, yeah
I got this shit on lock, nigga, I'm standin' on this shit
I ain't goin' nowhere, nigga, I'll never let this shit down, nigga (Ayo, FLAME, how you make this one, man?)
RW, nigga, bitch
[Verse]
Hmm, geeked up, baby, I been geekin' (Geekin')
The summertime approachin', huh, killer season (Killer season)
Tweak out, wish you not 'cause we gonna leave your ass bleedin' (Leave you bleedin')
Tryna get locations on the opps, we call that pingin' (We call that pingin')
I'ma let that fuckin' chopper wobble like a penguin
Niggas getting shot, bitch, what's the squabble? Pistol ringin' (Pistol ringin')
We get locations on the opps, we load up cars, I pray to God
Like, "Father, watch over me while I slay this demon"
I ain't gotta flex no more, bitch, they know I got that shit (They know I got it)
I been grindin' 24, chasin' after the guap, lil' bitch (Lil' bitch)
Gotta get you knocked, why you playin' on my top, lil' bitch? (Lil' bitch)
When you poppin', they gon' flock, they be on some follow shit (Bitch)
When it's beef, I'm in that heat, I'm the one that's callin' shit (That's callin' it)
You play that fire, you cross that line, straight show your ass how to dog a bitch (How to dog a bitch)
This ain't no tit for tat, that money talk, that end the argument (Yeah)
I got Glocks, chops, all kind of iron, all type of armory
They say I'm baghead, I thought I'd let you know (Yeah)
Put a hundred up, I'ma add a hundred more for sure (That's for sure)
Two hundred thou', let's count it down, nigga, that's word to my bro (Word to bro)
My jewelry, hear this bling-blaow, nigga, I'll blind your ho (I'll blind your ho)
I just talked to Joc, he say he EBK, let's put that button on
The opps can eat a dick, straight eat his face when I turn that cutter on
A hunt like Easter day, no [?], no gang, no killers home
We slide that GP place from the Eastern way, we gotta bring Joc home
Joc said fuck him, you know I'm with my brother (With my brothers)
These niggas ain't act a fool for real, so go on and grab that shovel (Grab that shovel)
An all-out blitz what I'ma send, I'm take this shit to another level
Forever a Godchild, so excuse me when I say they woke the devil
I'm on other shit, nah, can't no nigga do it better (They can't)
We gon' kill your bitch ass 'cause you like thinking with your pecker
These niggas mad that they can't get to me, they tryna do whatever
Boy, I know you know I know you hoes had put a pot together
We individually go band for band with me, niggas can't match
Watch what you sayin' to me, them boys be sprayin' for me, they take your hat
That money long, my bag getting strong, we bring that bitch back
Bitch, I been stackin' up on guap and I've been running up them hats
Twenty thousand, huh? Grab him, blam him
Pull up right onside that boy and let that chopper slam him
Jdot Breezy always fuckin' mad, I don't understand him
I'm off the fucking leash, they woke the beast and I ain't sparin' him
I'm with the nigga that come out at the nighttime, talk about a killin'
Hit a traffic center, ball like I got twenty and bro got twenty
That's a quick forty-piece, make sure that nigga finished
And if you get who with him, that's a double, three say add me in it
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