[Verse 1: T3]
I'mma set it, get it, got it, good
I rep for my niggas in the D in the hood
On that ass like the Fuzz, come and wack down on us
They wanna see a player down, that's what it was
All my ppl in the house, put your hands in the air
And bop wit your nigga to the sound of the snare
It's the [ ] to the [ ] with the S to the V
The most killer most, 2 of the best on the beats
[Chorus]
They don't want it? Ey! They don't want it? Nah!
Can they get it? Yup! They can they get it? Yeah!
Can I set it. Up, bout to set it, yeah!
Can we set it. Yup bout to set it, yeah!
They don't want it? Ey! They don't want it? Nah!
Can they get it? Yup! They can they get it? Yeah!
Bout to set it. Yup bout to set it, yeah!
Finna set it. Yup bout to set it, yeah!
[Verse 2: eLZhi]
All my G's throw you triggers up
By the hammer my hand on the biggest nutts
No bamma, I blow gands when they split the blunt
This is for my niggas stuck, up in the ghetto
Pumping the metal, where they feel a fluff and they'll kill you
They quick to buck
Chicks trickin, chicken cluck
Switching up to your whip that your sister bumped
You'll be suckin' on tits and now your dick is sucked
Steady counting figures up
Benjamin's blend with the ten to twenty bucks
Figured up on the Benz or any trendy truck
I wedded and sticking up
Innocent independent citizens
Not givin' a cent of dividends, it could slit and cut
I'm blowed and I'm liquored up, I've been told that I'm cold as a winter month
And I showed I can explode when it sickens up, Bloaw
I'm back on the style, let me pick it up
Did you predict that what I spit on this hit is ridiculous
I should tip my Pimping cup
Just for pitching up percent of a pigeons rent
Given for living expense at the stripping club
I'mma set it, get it, got it, good
I rep for my niggas in the D in the hood
On that ass like the Fuzz, come and wack down on us
They wanna see a player down, that's what it was
All my ppl in the house, put your hands in the air
And bop wit your nigga to the sound of the snare
It's the [ ] to the [ ] with the S to the V
The most killer most, 2 of the best on the beats
[Chorus]
They don't want it? Ey! They don't want it? Nah!
Can they get it? Yup! They can they get it? Yeah!
Can I set it. Up, bout to set it, yeah!
Can we set it. Yup bout to set it, yeah!
They don't want it? Ey! They don't want it? Nah!
Can they get it? Yup! They can they get it? Yeah!
Bout to set it. Yup bout to set it, yeah!
Finna set it. Yup bout to set it, yeah!
[Verse 2: eLZhi]
All my G's throw you triggers up
By the hammer my hand on the biggest nutts
No bamma, I blow gands when they split the blunt
This is for my niggas stuck, up in the ghetto
Pumping the metal, where they feel a fluff and they'll kill you
They quick to buck
Chicks trickin, chicken cluck
Switching up to your whip that your sister bumped
You'll be suckin' on tits and now your dick is sucked
Steady counting figures up
Benjamin's blend with the ten to twenty bucks
Figured up on the Benz or any trendy truck
I wedded and sticking up
Innocent independent citizens
Not givin' a cent of dividends, it could slit and cut
I'm blowed and I'm liquored up, I've been told that I'm cold as a winter month
And I showed I can explode when it sickens up, Bloaw
I'm back on the style, let me pick it up
Did you predict that what I spit on this hit is ridiculous
I should tip my Pimping cup
Just for pitching up percent of a pigeons rent
Given for living expense at the stripping club
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