[Intro]
(Ayy, Rashonn, this beat go crazy)
Bitch, I ain't Dej Loaf so don't you try me
(Jah, heat it up) Murder one, top one, two-three (Try me)
[Chorus]
Bitch, I ain't Dej Loaf so don't you try me (Don't you try me)
Windows tinted, ride slow, stick beside me ('side me)
I'm tryna put two in your 'fro and make your mind bleed (Your mind bleed)
And if they don't, we let them pussy niggas know, we let that iron squeeze (Bitch, come here)
That nigga fuck wit' mine, then he gon' need more than the IV
My shooter trigger finger itching, bitch, no poison ivy (Bang)
Y'all like to take shots from keyboards on IG (IG)
We like to give out face shots like a fuckin' ID (Oh, woah)
[Verse 1]
Bitch, you posted up, my niggas lurkin' on the side street (Ayy, yeah)
Fuck around and put this stick to work just like a job be (Oh, woah)
I'ma dig a hole then put him in the dirt, he tried to rob me (Ayy, yeah)
Might fuck around and wear that nigga shirt, call it the opps tee (Oh, oh)
Take his mama baby boy ain't talkin' Rodney
He say he live that thug life, gon' send his ass where Pac be (Oh, woah)
Leave his head red like the sign, they try to stop me (Oh, woah)
We put them pussy bitches straight to bed
Bitch, you might die asleep (Bitch come here)
On twenty-three
(Ayy, Rashonn, this beat go crazy)
Bitch, I ain't Dej Loaf so don't you try me
(Jah, heat it up) Murder one, top one, two-three (Try me)
[Chorus]
Bitch, I ain't Dej Loaf so don't you try me (Don't you try me)
Windows tinted, ride slow, stick beside me ('side me)
I'm tryna put two in your 'fro and make your mind bleed (Your mind bleed)
And if they don't, we let them pussy niggas know, we let that iron squeeze (Bitch, come here)
That nigga fuck wit' mine, then he gon' need more than the IV
My shooter trigger finger itching, bitch, no poison ivy (Bang)
Y'all like to take shots from keyboards on IG (IG)
We like to give out face shots like a fuckin' ID (Oh, woah)
[Verse 1]
Bitch, you posted up, my niggas lurkin' on the side street (Ayy, yeah)
Fuck around and put this stick to work just like a job be (Oh, woah)
I'ma dig a hole then put him in the dirt, he tried to rob me (Ayy, yeah)
Might fuck around and wear that nigga shirt, call it the opps tee (Oh, oh)
Take his mama baby boy ain't talkin' Rodney
He say he live that thug life, gon' send his ass where Pac be (Oh, woah)
Leave his head red like the sign, they try to stop me (Oh, woah)
We put them pussy bitches straight to bed
Bitch, you might die asleep (Bitch come here)
On twenty-three
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