[Intro: Shakewell]
MTM, hit 'em with the heat
[Chorus: Fat Nick, Ramirez & Shakewell]
Ayy, Rami, what the hook finna be? (Pop-pop, pop)
Ayy, bitch, I don't need no fuckin' hook on the beat (Pop-pop, pop)
Ayy, all I need is the trap in the background (Pop out, sip)
Glock make a loud sound, MAC make 'em lie down (Pop-pop-pop-pop)
Ayy, Rami, what the hook finna be? (Pop-pop, pop)
Ayy, bitch, I don't need no fuckin' hook on the beat (Pop-pop, pop)
Ayy, all I need is the trap in the background (Pop out, sip)
Glock make a loud sound, MAC make 'em lie down (Pop-pop-pop-pop)
[Verse 1: Shakewell]
Heard he talkin' sweet, I got some heat for that (I does)
Dumpin' out the window 'til it click, them bodies need a bag (They do)
Shootin' like a man, like where my sweeper at? (Where they at?)
I ain't talk to God, but I could show you where the reaper at (Where he at?)
I don't need no hook on this beat, though (Oh no, no)
Glock speak my lingo, shoot all these people (Pop out, sip)
I can see the feds through the peephole (I can)
'Boutta do a kick-door, let's flush all these kilos, ayy
Say you got some migos, oh, you mean my cousins? (Pop-pop, pop)
If I call my primos, we gon' get to bustin' (Oh no, no)
Nick and Rami pulled up with a paisa (Pop-pop, pop)
Cuerno de chivos and trucks pulled up to the party (Pop out, sip)
MTM, hit 'em with the heat
[Chorus: Fat Nick, Ramirez & Shakewell]
Ayy, Rami, what the hook finna be? (Pop-pop, pop)
Ayy, bitch, I don't need no fuckin' hook on the beat (Pop-pop, pop)
Ayy, all I need is the trap in the background (Pop out, sip)
Glock make a loud sound, MAC make 'em lie down (Pop-pop-pop-pop)
Ayy, Rami, what the hook finna be? (Pop-pop, pop)
Ayy, bitch, I don't need no fuckin' hook on the beat (Pop-pop, pop)
Ayy, all I need is the trap in the background (Pop out, sip)
Glock make a loud sound, MAC make 'em lie down (Pop-pop-pop-pop)
[Verse 1: Shakewell]
Heard he talkin' sweet, I got some heat for that (I does)
Dumpin' out the window 'til it click, them bodies need a bag (They do)
Shootin' like a man, like where my sweeper at? (Where they at?)
I ain't talk to God, but I could show you where the reaper at (Where he at?)
I don't need no hook on this beat, though (Oh no, no)
Glock speak my lingo, shoot all these people (Pop out, sip)
I can see the feds through the peephole (I can)
'Boutta do a kick-door, let's flush all these kilos, ayy
Say you got some migos, oh, you mean my cousins? (Pop-pop, pop)
If I call my primos, we gon' get to bustin' (Oh no, no)
Nick and Rami pulled up with a paisa (Pop-pop, pop)
Cuerno de chivos and trucks pulled up to the party (Pop out, sip)
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