[Intro: Mula Gzz]
Glo made that beat
Don't make a move cause it could get real
Don't make a move cause it could get real
Dthang, he wit' me, lets go on a drill
Bang, bang, bang-bang-bang
[Chorus: Mula Gzz]
Don't make a move 'cause it could get real (What?)
Dthang, he wit' me, let's go on a drill (Let's go on a-)
We see a opp? Then his apple get split (Grrt-doom)
Niggas, they hate me, I'm feelin' like Chris (Doom, doom-doom-doom)
I got a leg and that pussy legit
She know how to bounce and she ridin' this dick
I got a leg and that pussy legit
She know how to bounce and she, look (Wait)
[Verse 1: Mula Gzz & Dthang Gz]
Oh, that opp got shot? (Stupid)
Nigga ran up and I had my chop (Yeah, I had my chop)
Threw like two and I scored both shots (And I scored both shots)
Every drill I was sober, believe it or not (Believe it or not)
And I got a gun for these niggas (What?)
Don't need a shooter, I'm dumpin' it, nigga (Doom-doom-doom)
You wanna link? I'ma come wit' it, nigga (I'ma come wit' it)
Smokin' on Kay, come get up wit' me, nigga (Kay-Kay)
And I tell 'em, "Free A.I, free Cap" (Free the guys)
If you an opp, don't lack, better keep that (Don't lack, don't lack)
Brodie gon' flock, I'ma drive wit' the seat back
Brodie gon' flock, I'ma drive- (Skrrt-skrrt-skrrt)
Oh, that oppa just gave me attention?
I hit the right wit' my target intended
Tre tried to slide but you know I ain't slippin (Gang, RPT)
Bitch, I'm too real, this the life that I'm livin' (Boom-boom-boom)
And Banga go bangin' them opps (Bang 'em)
Still smokin' Trip if you like it or not
You feel a way? Come and slide wit' your chop (What?)
And If I wan't a shooter, I'm slidin' wit' Bop (Doom-doom-doom)
Glo made that beat
Don't make a move cause it could get real
Don't make a move cause it could get real
Dthang, he wit' me, lets go on a drill
Bang, bang, bang-bang-bang
[Chorus: Mula Gzz]
Don't make a move 'cause it could get real (What?)
Dthang, he wit' me, let's go on a drill (Let's go on a-)
We see a opp? Then his apple get split (Grrt-doom)
Niggas, they hate me, I'm feelin' like Chris (Doom, doom-doom-doom)
I got a leg and that pussy legit
She know how to bounce and she ridin' this dick
I got a leg and that pussy legit
She know how to bounce and she, look (Wait)
[Verse 1: Mula Gzz & Dthang Gz]
Oh, that opp got shot? (Stupid)
Nigga ran up and I had my chop (Yeah, I had my chop)
Threw like two and I scored both shots (And I scored both shots)
Every drill I was sober, believe it or not (Believe it or not)
And I got a gun for these niggas (What?)
Don't need a shooter, I'm dumpin' it, nigga (Doom-doom-doom)
You wanna link? I'ma come wit' it, nigga (I'ma come wit' it)
Smokin' on Kay, come get up wit' me, nigga (Kay-Kay)
And I tell 'em, "Free A.I, free Cap" (Free the guys)
If you an opp, don't lack, better keep that (Don't lack, don't lack)
Brodie gon' flock, I'ma drive wit' the seat back
Brodie gon' flock, I'ma drive- (Skrrt-skrrt-skrrt)
Oh, that oppa just gave me attention?
I hit the right wit' my target intended
Tre tried to slide but you know I ain't slippin (Gang, RPT)
Bitch, I'm too real, this the life that I'm livin' (Boom-boom-boom)
And Banga go bangin' them opps (Bang 'em)
Still smokin' Trip if you like it or not
You feel a way? Come and slide wit' your chop (What?)
And If I wan't a shooter, I'm slidin' wit' Bop (Doom-doom-doom)
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