[Intro]
(Turn me up YC)
[Chorus: MudBruddaBo]
Aye, don't hit the stu' if ain't shit new, ain't shit to rap about
I just lost your whip in a dice game, make shit to talk about
If you in the streets for real, then there ain't shit to cap about
[?] finna wait , the people out there like to call me squad
Hands up, the plug see me tweakin', he know how I am, ay
They done fucked up when they let me learn how to scam, ay
Motherfuck a Hellcat, I'm tryna cop a Lamb', ay
12 get behind me, hit the lights, I gotta scram, ay
Ay, ay, yea I got outta there
The plug hit my line, slam dunk, he put it in the air
Ay, ay, I feel like Ja Morant
Peakin', roll it, had to do sum' quick yeah, I had to pay the rent
[Verse 1: BIG30]
Niggas know what's goin' on, BIG30 known to get it done
Ain't gon' play no games wit' no man, he gon' kill you about these funds
Cartier upon my wrist, skeletons face you, one on one
They know that these young niggas ain't going in, he keep a gun (Blrrd)
Caught his ass down bad, man, Bo had to take 'em off (had to take 'em off)
Smokin' strong, four hundred the zip, I bet he make you cough
I had to make him wait, get out the street, I'm sick of selling salt
Fucked a nigga bitch, now he mad, I got him dropping songs (On god)
Ay look I put this on my baby really (Blrrrd)
We ain't crying about no death, we strictly get to skating (Blrrrd)
Seven days a week, three sixty five, we sliding on the daily (On the daily)
Smooth dude, catching bodies and we beating cases (Cases)
(Turn me up YC)
[Chorus: MudBruddaBo]
Aye, don't hit the stu' if ain't shit new, ain't shit to rap about
I just lost your whip in a dice game, make shit to talk about
If you in the streets for real, then there ain't shit to cap about
[?] finna wait , the people out there like to call me squad
Hands up, the plug see me tweakin', he know how I am, ay
They done fucked up when they let me learn how to scam, ay
Motherfuck a Hellcat, I'm tryna cop a Lamb', ay
12 get behind me, hit the lights, I gotta scram, ay
Ay, ay, yea I got outta there
The plug hit my line, slam dunk, he put it in the air
Ay, ay, I feel like Ja Morant
Peakin', roll it, had to do sum' quick yeah, I had to pay the rent
[Verse 1: BIG30]
Niggas know what's goin' on, BIG30 known to get it done
Ain't gon' play no games wit' no man, he gon' kill you about these funds
Cartier upon my wrist, skeletons face you, one on one
They know that these young niggas ain't going in, he keep a gun (Blrrd)
Caught his ass down bad, man, Bo had to take 'em off (had to take 'em off)
Smokin' strong, four hundred the zip, I bet he make you cough
I had to make him wait, get out the street, I'm sick of selling salt
Fucked a nigga bitch, now he mad, I got him dropping songs (On god)
Ay look I put this on my baby really (Blrrrd)
We ain't crying about no death, we strictly get to skating (Blrrrd)
Seven days a week, three sixty five, we sliding on the daily (On the daily)
Smooth dude, catching bodies and we beating cases (Cases)
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