[Intro: NipscoGang Foreign]
(Hydro)
(Run that shit up, Nate)
Know you run that shit up through the roof, nigga
Yeah
Yeah
Ayy (Ayy)

[Chorus: NipscoGang Foreign]
Bitch, you know that it's a deuce, so don't ask what's in my pop
Them niggas dead to me, bitch, don't ask me 'bout the opps
Sixteen in my stock, it'll make a Millie Rock
I'm 'round the world thuggin', I'm in Cali with my Glock
Bitch
I'm 'round the world thuggin', I'm in Cali with my Glock
He made the wrong move, we let off a hundred shots

[Verse 1: NipscoGang Foreign]
We left him at the lights, since the nigga think he Pac (Glrrt)
I got a bad habit, go nowhere without my Glock
That's the sound of the Glock
Crack his head like a soda, brodie, he got popped (Yeah)
Aim for his turban since he wanna be an opp
This bitch beggin' for attеntion, bro, he wanna be a thot
This nigga beggin' to gеt smoked, bro, he wanna be an opp
Call Brodie, he a chef, cook him, put him in a pot
Really laidback, cool, brodie, I don't do a lot
Yeah, you used to get bullied, but he a shooter now
Oh, you think that you that shit, we gon' pull up now
Brodie used to be a gangster, he wearin' Pull-Ups now
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