[Intro]
Thank you Ralph
[Chorus]
We letting shit out of the clip
Ay, surrounded by all of the woods, just to spit and get bit
Ay, finger fucking, this g man treating me just like a clit
Ay, [?] figure throw tints on the whip
If I'm up brother, I'mma buss for you, this shit til the end, end
We letting shit out of the clip
Ay, paranoid I can't trust a soul, gotta watch who I'm with
Ay, ain't no stopping, no red lights, gotta clutch on the stick
Fuck a groupie ho, I ain't trusting a bitch
But if I'm up brother, I'mma buss for you, this shit til the end, end
[Verse 1]
Been popping them pills again, again and mixing the drink, all in my cup
Got a stick in the drawer, leaving it slump, my ma used to telling me that you know my son
I gotta keep me a gun, I got these diamonds all on my body
Now I ain't going for none, damn this shit not for fun (Thank you Ralph)
Ay, we don't play fair, we the type to wait in front of your housе if you stay there
Setting plays, wе don't need a stage, got me feeling like I'm Shakespeare
Headshot, make a body drop, stand over it when he lay there
Now his kid's stuck at the daycare (Uh)
Funeral arrangements, jay pays and court dates
Getting off off of doing drills, we ain't really into foreplay
Eating gyros and sipping lean, we ain't really in no Rosé (Uh)
Say 5th for 3 days, til it's smoke a nigga fuck with Jose (Thank you Ralph)
It's 3am and it's low, ay, the driver speeding off cocaine
Want the top and this Glock ay my finger itching, say the ok
Dodging bullshit like olé, fresh nigga like Colgate
Got juveniles still doing time that been sitting down since my Port days
Thank you Ralph
[Chorus]
We letting shit out of the clip
Ay, surrounded by all of the woods, just to spit and get bit
Ay, finger fucking, this g man treating me just like a clit
Ay, [?] figure throw tints on the whip
If I'm up brother, I'mma buss for you, this shit til the end, end
We letting shit out of the clip
Ay, paranoid I can't trust a soul, gotta watch who I'm with
Ay, ain't no stopping, no red lights, gotta clutch on the stick
Fuck a groupie ho, I ain't trusting a bitch
But if I'm up brother, I'mma buss for you, this shit til the end, end
[Verse 1]
Been popping them pills again, again and mixing the drink, all in my cup
Got a stick in the drawer, leaving it slump, my ma used to telling me that you know my son
I gotta keep me a gun, I got these diamonds all on my body
Now I ain't going for none, damn this shit not for fun (Thank you Ralph)
Ay, we don't play fair, we the type to wait in front of your housе if you stay there
Setting plays, wе don't need a stage, got me feeling like I'm Shakespeare
Headshot, make a body drop, stand over it when he lay there
Now his kid's stuck at the daycare (Uh)
Funeral arrangements, jay pays and court dates
Getting off off of doing drills, we ain't really into foreplay
Eating gyros and sipping lean, we ain't really in no Rosé (Uh)
Say 5th for 3 days, til it's smoke a nigga fuck with Jose (Thank you Ralph)
It's 3am and it's low, ay, the driver speeding off cocaine
Want the top and this Glock ay my finger itching, say the ok
Dodging bullshit like olé, fresh nigga like Colgate
Got juveniles still doing time that been sitting down since my Port days
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