[Intro: Tucker Hundredz]
They both gettin' shot in they face
Niggas ain't duckin' no smoke, just duckin' these cases
([?])
[Verse 1: Tucker Hundredz]
Mama said, "Boy, you ain't average, somethin' close to a G.O.A.T."
Niggas hatin' on the low, so I keep a .40 real close
Get shot if you throw up the Choo
Kemo wit' me, that's the Loc
[Verse 2: Kemo Givenchy]
Seventeen shots I'ma throw
I see a Trey, I'ma toast
I see a opp, do the most
Hop Out Gang, get up close
[Verse 3: Tucker Hundredz]
Like, broad day we get to clickin'
See six, get to driftin'
[?], then I miss 'em
Windows down when I'm spinnin'
CoachDaGhost out the Civic (Shine)
Oh, shit, Kemo clicked it
Hollows rippin' through his fitted
Face down, left him twitchin'
Please do not lack if you dissin'
They both gettin' shot in they face
Niggas ain't duckin' no smoke, just duckin' these cases
([?])
[Verse 1: Tucker Hundredz]
Mama said, "Boy, you ain't average, somethin' close to a G.O.A.T."
Niggas hatin' on the low, so I keep a .40 real close
Get shot if you throw up the Choo
Kemo wit' me, that's the Loc
[Verse 2: Kemo Givenchy]
Seventeen shots I'ma throw
I see a Trey, I'ma toast
I see a opp, do the most
Hop Out Gang, get up close
[Verse 3: Tucker Hundredz]
Like, broad day we get to clickin'
See six, get to driftin'
[?], then I miss 'em
Windows down when I'm spinnin'
CoachDaGhost out the Civic (Shine)
Oh, shit, Kemo clicked it
Hollows rippin' through his fitted
Face down, left him twitchin'
Please do not lack if you dissin'
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