[Chorus: Chill Will]
Nigga better not run up on me
Run up on me, run up on me
Run up on me, run up on me
Run up on me, run up on me
Or he gonna be a dead homie
Dead homie, dead homie
Dead homie, dead homie
Dead homie, dead homie
This spot is for drugs only
[Verse 1: Quavo]
Pulling up in a big wheelie
Cooking dope, just me and Chilly
Stuffing the bricks in the Bentley
I wrap it and send it to Philly
This a drug only area you trippin'
Phew, the pack gone missing missing
Gggraow, gggraow, the bullet gon' hit him
Young nigga young nigga we realer
I hang we with gorillas
My niggas dope dealers
You short with the guala?
Call Skippa the Flippa
Nigga better not run up on me
Run up on me, run up on me
Run up on me, run up on me
Run up on me, run up on me
Or he gonna be a dead homie
Dead homie, dead homie
Dead homie, dead homie
Dead homie, dead homie
This spot is for drugs only
[Verse 1: Quavo]
Pulling up in a big wheelie
Cooking dope, just me and Chilly
Stuffing the bricks in the Bentley
I wrap it and send it to Philly
This a drug only area you trippin'
Phew, the pack gone missing missing
Gggraow, gggraow, the bullet gon' hit him
Young nigga young nigga we realer
I hang we with gorillas
My niggas dope dealers
You short with the guala?
Call Skippa the Flippa
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