[Intro]
(BeatGang)
Let's get it
(Bitch, you know Antt did the beat)
Yeah
[Verse 1]
Ayy, brodie bring that shit in town, yeah, that shit around
Lot of [?], posin' up, we can buss 'em down (Whole thing)
Nigga mad his BM around, boy, you know this bitch a whore
You already on child support, don't get put on life support
Summertime comin', bitch, we ready, we got ice galore (Bitch, we ready)
More stripes than Adidas, but we get what's on them Nikes, boy (What is that?)
What is that, a check? Bitch, I know they look alike, but this a 'Rari not no 'Vette, bitch
I know y'all niggas tough, but we some steppers, don't get stretched, bitch
All my niggas workin', when we die, that's when we'll rest, bitch (That's when we gon' chill, nigga)
You hear me?
Ayy, brodie called my phone, he said the feds ran in Grandville (Damn)
He only twenty-three, but when he touch, he gon' have grandkids
I told him when he free, he gettin' a mansion and bad bitch (I got you)
Text me your inmate number and call me when them bands hit
He like, "Bet, I love you, bro, I'm just chillin' this bitch
Your album just hit the player, you was trippin' on that bitch, nigga" (Goin' crazy)
[Chorus]
While they blow it, we gon' stack it (Stack)
While they bullshittin', we hustlin' (Keep grindin')
I don't know, I can't serve you
You don't like it, nigga, fuck you (Fuck on)
Have them niggas pull up, bust you (Baow)
I don't work out, but I got muscle (Yeah)
When we in a whip, we clutchin'
If we up it, we gon' bust it (Boom)
Let 'em blow it, we gon' stack it
While they bullshittin', we hustlin' (Keep grindin')
I don't know, I can't serve you
You don't like it, nigga, fuck you (Fuck on then, nigga)
Have them niggas pull up, bust you
I don't work out, but I got muscle (Yeah)
Yeah, I cut them niggas off
I couldn't trust 'em, nigga, fuck 'em
(BeatGang)
Let's get it
(Bitch, you know Antt did the beat)
Yeah
[Verse 1]
Ayy, brodie bring that shit in town, yeah, that shit around
Lot of [?], posin' up, we can buss 'em down (Whole thing)
Nigga mad his BM around, boy, you know this bitch a whore
You already on child support, don't get put on life support
Summertime comin', bitch, we ready, we got ice galore (Bitch, we ready)
More stripes than Adidas, but we get what's on them Nikes, boy (What is that?)
What is that, a check? Bitch, I know they look alike, but this a 'Rari not no 'Vette, bitch
I know y'all niggas tough, but we some steppers, don't get stretched, bitch
All my niggas workin', when we die, that's when we'll rest, bitch (That's when we gon' chill, nigga)
You hear me?
Ayy, brodie called my phone, he said the feds ran in Grandville (Damn)
He only twenty-three, but when he touch, he gon' have grandkids
I told him when he free, he gettin' a mansion and bad bitch (I got you)
Text me your inmate number and call me when them bands hit
He like, "Bet, I love you, bro, I'm just chillin' this bitch
Your album just hit the player, you was trippin' on that bitch, nigga" (Goin' crazy)
[Chorus]
While they blow it, we gon' stack it (Stack)
While they bullshittin', we hustlin' (Keep grindin')
I don't know, I can't serve you
You don't like it, nigga, fuck you (Fuck on)
Have them niggas pull up, bust you (Baow)
I don't work out, but I got muscle (Yeah)
When we in a whip, we clutchin'
If we up it, we gon' bust it (Boom)
Let 'em blow it, we gon' stack it
While they bullshittin', we hustlin' (Keep grindin')
I don't know, I can't serve you
You don't like it, nigga, fuck you (Fuck on then, nigga)
Have them niggas pull up, bust you
I don't work out, but I got muscle (Yeah)
Yeah, I cut them niggas off
I couldn't trust 'em, nigga, fuck 'em
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