[Intro: Asian Doll, Hoodrich Pablo Juan & LilCJ Kasino]
Ayy
Go (Yeah, yeah)
Hey
Y'all know what the fuck goin' on
(Ayy, run up that fuckin' bread)
Huh
[Verse: Hoodrich Pablo Juan, Lil CJ Kasino & Asian Doll]
Trap out the spot 'til 12 come raid it (Trap, 12)
Ran off on the plug and I'm still tryna shake it
Im in the Hellcat racing, they try to stop me (Skrrt)
I ain't brakin' (I ain't stoppin'), hundred rounds on me a Glock and a Draco (Yeah, hundred rounds)
Young nigga ball just like Anthony Davis (Ball)
I get them racks, fuck it up, I don't save it (Racks)
Give a fuck 'bout a thot 'cause that guap what we chasing (Fuck, huh)
We got more spots than a damn dalmation (Go, trap)
Ayy, these niggas pussy, they broke and they lazy
I stacked up a hundred (What?), then spent that shit daily (Bitch)
Diamonds water, that nigga fugazi
He say he want Asian, I need me a payment (Uh-huh)
Sixty thousand cash, all blue faces (Sеven hundred)
Say he did what? I had to еrase him (Ha)
Plug on the dope (Yeah), call him Ronald Ragan (Plug)
I got them thigh pads on me, pockets thicker than [?] (Thigh pads)
Ayy, these some Balencis, ain't wearing no Asics (No)
That 38 on me, so 12 can't trace it (38)
I got rich nigga D, baby, your nigga basic
Take a whole zip of Runtz and I face it (Go)
Ayy, I'm pretty, he taste it, ate it (Uh-huh)
Roll up an opp, we gon' smoke him like vapes (Let's get it)
I pop out with killers (Boom), my niggas be aping (On gang)
I pull out the clips, we gon' give him a table (Ooh, gang, ha)
Came out the bottom, I jugged out the basement (Came from the bottom)
40 cal, thirty-round, do the equation (Boom, count it up)
Sliding on opps, better not write a statement (Let's go)
Running from 12, better tie up your laces (Tie up your laces)
Ayy, we ride around wih three K like we racist
Nigga been sippin on drank, got me lazy
Swing the stick at an opp, you would think that we playing (Grah)
Pull up with mops, you would think that we maids (Ayy, psh, psh, psh)
F you saying? I'm counting these bands (What?), I turn up the party (Racks), I came with thotties
I got a bitch on the way and a bitch from the Bay
These hoes on go (Yeah) and these niggas excited (Uh-huh, on gang, yeah)
Flyer than a pilot (Fly), my bitch look like Kylie
I'm the transporter, I pull up in Audi (Transporter)
In Texas smoking Cali, I was selling dope rocking Bally (Dope)
I got lettuce, I got karats inside me (Got karats)
Need batteries for my scale (New batteries)
Thinking 'bout that money, I gotta have it
I bring the food to my dog like Shaggy (Dog food)
I'm serving your granny, I put it in baggies
Young nigga laying shit down like a pallet (Laying down)
Your brother got hit, that's tragic (Oh no)
Damn, I'm going up like an attic (Uh)
These fuck niggas hate, but they know that my gang with the static (Fuck)
I fuck all this cake up on fashion (Fuck it up)
A nigga try me and then that's when this glick get to blasting (Grrt)
Don't think 'cause I rap that I won't be an actor (Better not)
We pull up with clips and we shooting shit, action (Ayy)
I'ma go ghost like Casper (What?)
All of these niggas be wishing, but it never happened (Bitch, uh-huh)
Nigga I'm out of your bracket, spending is a habit (What?)
Bad bitch, bougie and ratchet (Thottie)
Your ho average (Ho)
She ain't got no cabbage, 'Rari passing (Ayy, let's go)
Niggas lackin', said he got Ps, these niggas be capping (No cap)
Quagi was droppin' the bodies and trapping (On gang)
I got the strap with me, go get the backend (Yeah)
Thirty-one rounds in my Glock, call it [?] (Thirty-one Glock)
Do I got dope? Depend on whos asking (Dope, yeah)
I'm fresh to death, I jumped out the casket
It ain't no accident, nigga, we crashing
Spin on the opps and we did it in fashion (Let's go)
Shooters in Dallas, don't play with the Mavericks (Shooters in Dallas)
You snitchin', the illest nigga from the bricks (Snitch ass)
Straight out apartments, no cable or [?] (Ain't have no cable)
Ain't had no clothes, roaches all in my dresser (Roaches)
Stayed in the hood, it made me a finesser (Hood, finesse)
Smoking on opps, this shit ain't no pressure (Shit ain't nothin', nigga)
Ayy
Go (Yeah, yeah)
Hey
Y'all know what the fuck goin' on
(Ayy, run up that fuckin' bread)
Huh
[Verse: Hoodrich Pablo Juan, Lil CJ Kasino & Asian Doll]
Trap out the spot 'til 12 come raid it (Trap, 12)
Ran off on the plug and I'm still tryna shake it
Im in the Hellcat racing, they try to stop me (Skrrt)
I ain't brakin' (I ain't stoppin'), hundred rounds on me a Glock and a Draco (Yeah, hundred rounds)
Young nigga ball just like Anthony Davis (Ball)
I get them racks, fuck it up, I don't save it (Racks)
Give a fuck 'bout a thot 'cause that guap what we chasing (Fuck, huh)
We got more spots than a damn dalmation (Go, trap)
Ayy, these niggas pussy, they broke and they lazy
I stacked up a hundred (What?), then spent that shit daily (Bitch)
Diamonds water, that nigga fugazi
He say he want Asian, I need me a payment (Uh-huh)
Sixty thousand cash, all blue faces (Sеven hundred)
Say he did what? I had to еrase him (Ha)
Plug on the dope (Yeah), call him Ronald Ragan (Plug)
I got them thigh pads on me, pockets thicker than [?] (Thigh pads)
Ayy, these some Balencis, ain't wearing no Asics (No)
That 38 on me, so 12 can't trace it (38)
I got rich nigga D, baby, your nigga basic
Take a whole zip of Runtz and I face it (Go)
Ayy, I'm pretty, he taste it, ate it (Uh-huh)
Roll up an opp, we gon' smoke him like vapes (Let's get it)
I pop out with killers (Boom), my niggas be aping (On gang)
I pull out the clips, we gon' give him a table (Ooh, gang, ha)
Came out the bottom, I jugged out the basement (Came from the bottom)
40 cal, thirty-round, do the equation (Boom, count it up)
Sliding on opps, better not write a statement (Let's go)
Running from 12, better tie up your laces (Tie up your laces)
Ayy, we ride around wih three K like we racist
Nigga been sippin on drank, got me lazy
Swing the stick at an opp, you would think that we playing (Grah)
Pull up with mops, you would think that we maids (Ayy, psh, psh, psh)
F you saying? I'm counting these bands (What?), I turn up the party (Racks), I came with thotties
I got a bitch on the way and a bitch from the Bay
These hoes on go (Yeah) and these niggas excited (Uh-huh, on gang, yeah)
Flyer than a pilot (Fly), my bitch look like Kylie
I'm the transporter, I pull up in Audi (Transporter)
In Texas smoking Cali, I was selling dope rocking Bally (Dope)
I got lettuce, I got karats inside me (Got karats)
Need batteries for my scale (New batteries)
Thinking 'bout that money, I gotta have it
I bring the food to my dog like Shaggy (Dog food)
I'm serving your granny, I put it in baggies
Young nigga laying shit down like a pallet (Laying down)
Your brother got hit, that's tragic (Oh no)
Damn, I'm going up like an attic (Uh)
These fuck niggas hate, but they know that my gang with the static (Fuck)
I fuck all this cake up on fashion (Fuck it up)
A nigga try me and then that's when this glick get to blasting (Grrt)
Don't think 'cause I rap that I won't be an actor (Better not)
We pull up with clips and we shooting shit, action (Ayy)
I'ma go ghost like Casper (What?)
All of these niggas be wishing, but it never happened (Bitch, uh-huh)
Nigga I'm out of your bracket, spending is a habit (What?)
Bad bitch, bougie and ratchet (Thottie)
Your ho average (Ho)
She ain't got no cabbage, 'Rari passing (Ayy, let's go)
Niggas lackin', said he got Ps, these niggas be capping (No cap)
Quagi was droppin' the bodies and trapping (On gang)
I got the strap with me, go get the backend (Yeah)
Thirty-one rounds in my Glock, call it [?] (Thirty-one Glock)
Do I got dope? Depend on whos asking (Dope, yeah)
I'm fresh to death, I jumped out the casket
It ain't no accident, nigga, we crashing
Spin on the opps and we did it in fashion (Let's go)
Shooters in Dallas, don't play with the Mavericks (Shooters in Dallas)
You snitchin', the illest nigga from the bricks (Snitch ass)
Straight out apartments, no cable or [?] (Ain't have no cable)
Ain't had no clothes, roaches all in my dresser (Roaches)
Stayed in the hood, it made me a finesser (Hood, finesse)
Smoking on opps, this shit ain't no pressure (Shit ain't nothin', nigga)
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