[Intro]
FBeat producin' all the heat
[Verse 1: JamesTooCold]
Ayy, we really trippin'
Pull up on his block and I hope we missin' the children
I just fuck 'em and duck 'em, on my granny, don't deal with feelings
Better stick to the squabble 'cause you niggas ain't with no killing
Stop cappin', nigga
We was punkin', packin', and jackin' niggas
Move with all that yappin', full metal jackets for actin' niggas
Forties in my dashes, I catch 'em lackin', I blast a nigga
Tryna ride this wave, on gang, I'm quick to splash a nigga
Big poles, ayy, and we got big MAC's
Knick-knacks, that fake ass front you, come get your shit back
Good cooks, nigga, she on that riff-raff
Gang in here like a kickback and we all click clack like quick math, ayy
It's .40 plus a thirty, lil' birdie, heard you be singin' so I won't show no mercy
Do him dirty, hoes then spotty, we turned him to a jersey
I ain't worried, niggas be really jokes like Charlie Murphy
Rick James, bitch, better have the TooCold
I go crazy, bitch, I'm tryna dodge the group homes
He a snitch, he not the homie, I know you told
On my mom, on my pops, I'll never fold, never blow
Boy you sober, you don't want no smoke, niggas broke
Pop out, you niggas gettin' poked, niggas slow
I be trickin' and finessin' hoes, gettin' dough
Fuck your bitch but we ain't cuffin' those, nigga
FBeat producin' all the heat
[Verse 1: JamesTooCold]
Ayy, we really trippin'
Pull up on his block and I hope we missin' the children
I just fuck 'em and duck 'em, on my granny, don't deal with feelings
Better stick to the squabble 'cause you niggas ain't with no killing
Stop cappin', nigga
We was punkin', packin', and jackin' niggas
Move with all that yappin', full metal jackets for actin' niggas
Forties in my dashes, I catch 'em lackin', I blast a nigga
Tryna ride this wave, on gang, I'm quick to splash a nigga
Big poles, ayy, and we got big MAC's
Knick-knacks, that fake ass front you, come get your shit back
Good cooks, nigga, she on that riff-raff
Gang in here like a kickback and we all click clack like quick math, ayy
It's .40 plus a thirty, lil' birdie, heard you be singin' so I won't show no mercy
Do him dirty, hoes then spotty, we turned him to a jersey
I ain't worried, niggas be really jokes like Charlie Murphy
Rick James, bitch, better have the TooCold
I go crazy, bitch, I'm tryna dodge the group homes
He a snitch, he not the homie, I know you told
On my mom, on my pops, I'll never fold, never blow
Boy you sober, you don't want no smoke, niggas broke
Pop out, you niggas gettin' poked, niggas slow
I be trickin' and finessin' hoes, gettin' dough
Fuck your bitch but we ain't cuffin' those, nigga
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