[Intro: Jay Hound & Sdot Go]
(TikTok Lawyered)
Grah Grah
Grah Grah
Thotty callin' my line, think she a lil sus
(Jaytos)
-to my dead, like, and I got a guitar like, like
Damn, bow bow bow
Grah, like
[Chorus: Jay Hound & Sdot Go]
Thotty callin' my line, think she a lil sus
Think she wanna hold on to my gun
We started buggin' off purp, like pump
Said to give her the lo, she tryna set me up
I start spinnin', they know wassup (Grah)
I caught a rush, I'm sweating when I up (Grah, grah)
Brodie play the guitar on the beat, ain't no drum
And when we in the function, they all going dumb
He got lined, no he cannot rump
Bro made it hot, we was under the sun
Get a lil money, start moving like drum (C'mere, get a lil—)
[Verse 1: Sdot Go]
Get a lil close, tryna throw at his body
Throw a shot at his chest cause he think that he ocky
I got my gun, I'm tryna shoot this lil nigga, not fightin' cause I am not Ali
He gon do what? Beam on the gun
He got shot 'cause he thought about tryna get by me
Don't gotta coach, I had the option to shoot him right there
But I thought about driving (Come here!)
Like, why this lil nigga lying?
Piss on his covers, he thought about crying
Bro got the drop on the opp, nigga don't even know she the line
If he go then he dying (Worda my mother)
He tryna fuck, but this bitch tryna line him
Like, he better hope that she don't
G on my hip, it—it cannot leave me
You think that it will, but I bet that it won't
Why would I box?
Why would I box if I know how to throw?
Pic—picked up his feet, caught a shot to the toe
(TikTok Lawyered)
Grah Grah
Grah Grah
Thotty callin' my line, think she a lil sus
(Jaytos)
-to my dead, like, and I got a guitar like, like
Damn, bow bow bow
Grah, like
[Chorus: Jay Hound & Sdot Go]
Thotty callin' my line, think she a lil sus
Think she wanna hold on to my gun
We started buggin' off purp, like pump
Said to give her the lo, she tryna set me up
I start spinnin', they know wassup (Grah)
I caught a rush, I'm sweating when I up (Grah, grah)
Brodie play the guitar on the beat, ain't no drum
And when we in the function, they all going dumb
He got lined, no he cannot rump
Bro made it hot, we was under the sun
Get a lil money, start moving like drum (C'mere, get a lil—)
[Verse 1: Sdot Go]
Get a lil close, tryna throw at his body
Throw a shot at his chest cause he think that he ocky
I got my gun, I'm tryna shoot this lil nigga, not fightin' cause I am not Ali
He gon do what? Beam on the gun
He got shot 'cause he thought about tryna get by me
Don't gotta coach, I had the option to shoot him right there
But I thought about driving (Come here!)
Like, why this lil nigga lying?
Piss on his covers, he thought about crying
Bro got the drop on the opp, nigga don't even know she the line
If he go then he dying (Worda my mother)
He tryna fuck, but this bitch tryna line him
Like, he better hope that she don't
G on my hip, it—it cannot leave me
You think that it will, but I bet that it won't
Why would I box?
Why would I box if I know how to throw?
Pic—picked up his feet, caught a shot to the toe
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