[Verse 1: B Will]
As a whole family unit, y'all fake as hell
Your bum ass baby mama always cook rotelle
We out here in the streets and you beggin' nigga
Speakin' on my name is like I dare you nigga
My name hold weight, but I can't carry niggas
Switch cars and bury niggas, ten shots for every nigga
I make that money 'cause it's not hard
Your crew funny but they not hard
In the streets I pull your ho card
I keep the MAC in the Goyard
I lace the pack, that's that go hard
Chop chop, I can bogard
Body drop drop, I don't know the boy
Uzi and I'm hot hot for a dope boy
Them boys want a dope boy
Gucci shoes swimmin', residue want see dope boy
Cover me in bread like a po' boy
Nigga stealin' out a fres, he a dope boy
Feds goin' special ed with them polaroids
I'm steady stuffin' all the dope down my corduroys
Look I know the boy dead 'cause I know the boy
But some bread on his head, we gon' show the boy
Fifteen, sellin' dope off a Go-Card
Fiends jumpin' on my wave, then the hoes start
I tell the car parked in the car park
Think I seen a mark in an unmarked, a cop car
Have you ever made a pretty bitch
Say please, check the ice, brain freeze, California weed
I'm runnin' with them jack boys, flock flock
You been hatin' on me, tell a nigga why stop?
Internet nigga, know he need a hotspot
My rims chop chop, my gun chop chop
Fell off in that pussy 'cause that pussy drop drop
Left a hundred dollars, F&N crop top
As a whole family unit, y'all fake as hell
Your bum ass baby mama always cook rotelle
We out here in the streets and you beggin' nigga
Speakin' on my name is like I dare you nigga
My name hold weight, but I can't carry niggas
Switch cars and bury niggas, ten shots for every nigga
I make that money 'cause it's not hard
Your crew funny but they not hard
In the streets I pull your ho card
I keep the MAC in the Goyard
I lace the pack, that's that go hard
Chop chop, I can bogard
Body drop drop, I don't know the boy
Uzi and I'm hot hot for a dope boy
Them boys want a dope boy
Gucci shoes swimmin', residue want see dope boy
Cover me in bread like a po' boy
Nigga stealin' out a fres, he a dope boy
Feds goin' special ed with them polaroids
I'm steady stuffin' all the dope down my corduroys
Look I know the boy dead 'cause I know the boy
But some bread on his head, we gon' show the boy
Fifteen, sellin' dope off a Go-Card
Fiends jumpin' on my wave, then the hoes start
I tell the car parked in the car park
Think I seen a mark in an unmarked, a cop car
Have you ever made a pretty bitch
Say please, check the ice, brain freeze, California weed
I'm runnin' with them jack boys, flock flock
You been hatin' on me, tell a nigga why stop?
Internet nigga, know he need a hotspot
My rims chop chop, my gun chop chop
Fell off in that pussy 'cause that pussy drop drop
Left a hundred dollars, F&N crop top
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