[Intro]
Ayy Will
Oh, it's just like that nigga
Get me in my mood, yeah
Yeah
[Verse]
I told little Cuz, you gotta take your time wit' it
I could cook a slab and a half, gimme nine minutes
I'm the back of the back of that fucker, gotta climb in it
I'm hangin' out the window wit' that bitch, you gon' know I'm in it
Jump out the car and walk you down, nigga you gon' know I did it
Put money on my old man's head like I had no idea
My momma ask me how I go to sleep at night
Easy, pistol underneath the pillow, baby, I'm gon' squeeze it tight
I look in the mirror, I see other niggas and that's why Ion be fuckin' wit' em
They know I got that fucker on me, that's why they don't be fuckin' wit' me
My manager tell me to rap, my neighborhood pullin' me back
I love them boys, I ain't turnin' my back, I'm battlin' my conscious bad
All I wanna do is rob, all I wanna do is serve
Yeah, I'm in the stu' now, but I'd rather stand on the curb
Cuz facetimed the other day, he had a half a bird
I almost told his ass I'm on my way, I had to fight the urge
Check for a nigga like before you ever see me write a verse
I'm quick, draw McGraw wit' the rod, I'm gon' light it first
A nig' play wit' my brother, that's a sad story
Lamar jump out the bushes wit' that rock, that shit back shorty
I point the finger, a nigga get gone
You know what type of shit I'm on, you know who shot your partner, nigga
Just stop me when I'm lyin', nigga
These niggas makin' stats and shit
The MAC'll make you backward flip, I'm finna up the stats, what's this?
Not for the 'Gram, I get active wit'
Put a bitch in the casket quick, tell a opp ''Eat a bag of dicks''
I gave auntie a bag of sniff
In the boat doin' magic tricks
They say Pap got a flashy wrist
Yeah, she fine, she a nasty bitch
I'm in the coupe goin' fast as shit, and slow the shit the fuck down
Auntie call me, I'm like ''What now?''
Forever loaded, I can't run out
Niggas show out when the sun out
Late night crack out wit' my gun out
We jump out the car and run down (Ayy, come here Cuz)
Talk that shit now, 5.56 bullets, these big rounds
.308 out the back in the car, blackout
This my life, ain't nothin' to cap out
Lot of these niggas be makin' shit up
These niggas even makin' hits up
We knocked your man down, he can't get up
Fuck the judge and the DA
Bitch, I'm John Gotti wit' the steam, my last case, they got lucky
Get my motherfuckin' lawyer, I don't wanna hear what you got for me
Ayy Will
Oh, it's just like that nigga
Get me in my mood, yeah
Yeah
[Verse]
I told little Cuz, you gotta take your time wit' it
I could cook a slab and a half, gimme nine minutes
I'm the back of the back of that fucker, gotta climb in it
I'm hangin' out the window wit' that bitch, you gon' know I'm in it
Jump out the car and walk you down, nigga you gon' know I did it
Put money on my old man's head like I had no idea
My momma ask me how I go to sleep at night
Easy, pistol underneath the pillow, baby, I'm gon' squeeze it tight
I look in the mirror, I see other niggas and that's why Ion be fuckin' wit' em
They know I got that fucker on me, that's why they don't be fuckin' wit' me
My manager tell me to rap, my neighborhood pullin' me back
I love them boys, I ain't turnin' my back, I'm battlin' my conscious bad
All I wanna do is rob, all I wanna do is serve
Yeah, I'm in the stu' now, but I'd rather stand on the curb
Cuz facetimed the other day, he had a half a bird
I almost told his ass I'm on my way, I had to fight the urge
Check for a nigga like before you ever see me write a verse
I'm quick, draw McGraw wit' the rod, I'm gon' light it first
A nig' play wit' my brother, that's a sad story
Lamar jump out the bushes wit' that rock, that shit back shorty
I point the finger, a nigga get gone
You know what type of shit I'm on, you know who shot your partner, nigga
Just stop me when I'm lyin', nigga
These niggas makin' stats and shit
The MAC'll make you backward flip, I'm finna up the stats, what's this?
Not for the 'Gram, I get active wit'
Put a bitch in the casket quick, tell a opp ''Eat a bag of dicks''
I gave auntie a bag of sniff
In the boat doin' magic tricks
They say Pap got a flashy wrist
Yeah, she fine, she a nasty bitch
I'm in the coupe goin' fast as shit, and slow the shit the fuck down
Auntie call me, I'm like ''What now?''
Forever loaded, I can't run out
Niggas show out when the sun out
Late night crack out wit' my gun out
We jump out the car and run down (Ayy, come here Cuz)
Talk that shit now, 5.56 bullets, these big rounds
.308 out the back in the car, blackout
This my life, ain't nothin' to cap out
Lot of these niggas be makin' shit up
These niggas even makin' hits up
We knocked your man down, he can't get up
Fuck the judge and the DA
Bitch, I'm John Gotti wit' the steam, my last case, they got lucky
Get my motherfuckin' lawyer, I don't wanna hear what you got for me
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