[Intro: Polo G & YungLiV]
Ayy Livvy man, what the fuck you on?
You know the fuck, I'm on a whole lotta gang shit
On gang, man
You know how the fuck we bumming every time we link up, bitch
We plug, we send hot shit
Let's go
[Verse 1: YungLiv]
Throw a few shots out this MAC, my homie died, we gettin back
I can't say much in them raps, just know them death threats got him wacked
His backdoor where we met him at, he ran still got laid on his back
All my vultures known for wreck, that's why they ain't been on the set
We ridin' wit' two choppers, one of 'em stolen, can't be no statistics
Ain't not one nigga in this city diss over mines, cuz consequences
I fell victim to this shit when bro got caught without his pistol
Seemed like the opps cliqued up and broke, since I blew up off of my Insta
I'm so turned off this rapping shit, to be an opp on with minor privilege
Off an X', turnt out my body, I dare a opp to like my picture
We can link up, meet and greet, just know them blickies will be wit' 'em
She said she love, but on my life, she fuck my homie, bitch is wicked
[Verse 2: Polo G]
Didn't them niggas learn from out there riding with they face down
We gon' make this shit bounce off the glass, jus like a chase down
I told lil bro, "Handle that"
Then he like bet, load up, and spray rounds
Wack em on the set, then catch a jet, lil bitch we A-bound
Do my Glizzy dance
We hit all his friends, what you gon' say now?
Drums like a band, like a Drizzy fan, I love that Drake sound
Swimming with them sharks, take off his head, we let that K growl
Don't get too comfortable up in that water acting like you can't drown
Smith and Wesson's spitting back to back like they on 8 Mile
Hollows wash his facial, wet his shit up like a face towel
Its a war out in the 'Raq so I been buying blicks thru' PayPal
I fucked it off in Saks
All Amiri from the waist down
Ayy Livvy man, what the fuck you on?
You know the fuck, I'm on a whole lotta gang shit
On gang, man
You know how the fuck we bumming every time we link up, bitch
We plug, we send hot shit
Let's go
[Verse 1: YungLiv]
Throw a few shots out this MAC, my homie died, we gettin back
I can't say much in them raps, just know them death threats got him wacked
His backdoor where we met him at, he ran still got laid on his back
All my vultures known for wreck, that's why they ain't been on the set
We ridin' wit' two choppers, one of 'em stolen, can't be no statistics
Ain't not one nigga in this city diss over mines, cuz consequences
I fell victim to this shit when bro got caught without his pistol
Seemed like the opps cliqued up and broke, since I blew up off of my Insta
I'm so turned off this rapping shit, to be an opp on with minor privilege
Off an X', turnt out my body, I dare a opp to like my picture
We can link up, meet and greet, just know them blickies will be wit' 'em
She said she love, but on my life, she fuck my homie, bitch is wicked
[Verse 2: Polo G]
Didn't them niggas learn from out there riding with they face down
We gon' make this shit bounce off the glass, jus like a chase down
I told lil bro, "Handle that"
Then he like bet, load up, and spray rounds
Wack em on the set, then catch a jet, lil bitch we A-bound
Do my Glizzy dance
We hit all his friends, what you gon' say now?
Drums like a band, like a Drizzy fan, I love that Drake sound
Swimming with them sharks, take off his head, we let that K growl
Don't get too comfortable up in that water acting like you can't drown
Smith and Wesson's spitting back to back like they on 8 Mile
Hollows wash his facial, wet his shit up like a face towel
Its a war out in the 'Raq so I been buying blicks thru' PayPal
I fucked it off in Saks
All Amiri from the waist down
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