[Intro]
(Drumma)
(Phxraoh, what the fuck?)
[Chorus: Peysoh]
Don't come around and try to kick, gotta put in work
Niggas ain't troopin', only active when they off a Perc'
All my niggas killers, they on go if I say the word
Slide down his block, do jawns and leave his mama hurt
Lost my dad, lost my soul, that's in night two
Real life demon, quick to play, don't make me light you
And we got fullies for the Tysons, I'm like, "Fight who?"
Big-ass yopper on my lap, don't let it bite you
[Verse 1: Peysoh]
I got pride, I'll be damned I gave his ass a pass
Opp niggas up in the comments, that shit just make me laugh
Like, where's your boy? We left him home, he buried under grass
Quarantine killers, you niggas should've stayed up in class
[Verse 2: Rucci]
Ayy, RuccDawg Baby in this bitch once again (In this bitch once again)
Two twin Glocks, them my motherfuckin' friends (Them my motherfuckin' friends)
Nigga kept talkin', caught a bullet to his chin (Bah)
Yellin', "Fuck the opps," I'm from Inglewood ends (I'm from Inglewood, Inglewood)
Ayy, ayy, bitch, I get it in (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Ayy, ayy, pull up in the Benz (Go, ayy, what you got?)
Glock boy like I'm TeeJaee (Like I'm TeeJaee, what?)
Bought an AK for my B-day (For my)
Tell 'em don't worry 'bout the bill like a prepay (Huh?)
Fuckin' on my bitch, pass her off like a relay (Like a relay)
Free Don Don, just talked to him on three-way
Fast track, gettin' good dome on the freeway (Ayy, go)
(Drumma)
(Phxraoh, what the fuck?)
[Chorus: Peysoh]
Don't come around and try to kick, gotta put in work
Niggas ain't troopin', only active when they off a Perc'
All my niggas killers, they on go if I say the word
Slide down his block, do jawns and leave his mama hurt
Lost my dad, lost my soul, that's in night two
Real life demon, quick to play, don't make me light you
And we got fullies for the Tysons, I'm like, "Fight who?"
Big-ass yopper on my lap, don't let it bite you
[Verse 1: Peysoh]
I got pride, I'll be damned I gave his ass a pass
Opp niggas up in the comments, that shit just make me laugh
Like, where's your boy? We left him home, he buried under grass
Quarantine killers, you niggas should've stayed up in class
[Verse 2: Rucci]
Ayy, RuccDawg Baby in this bitch once again (In this bitch once again)
Two twin Glocks, them my motherfuckin' friends (Them my motherfuckin' friends)
Nigga kept talkin', caught a bullet to his chin (Bah)
Yellin', "Fuck the opps," I'm from Inglewood ends (I'm from Inglewood, Inglewood)
Ayy, ayy, bitch, I get it in (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Ayy, ayy, pull up in the Benz (Go, ayy, what you got?)
Glock boy like I'm TeeJaee (Like I'm TeeJaee, what?)
Bought an AK for my B-day (For my)
Tell 'em don't worry 'bout the bill like a prepay (Huh?)
Fuckin' on my bitch, pass her off like a relay (Like a relay)
Free Don Don, just talked to him on three-way
Fast track, gettin' good dome on the freeway (Ayy, go)
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