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[Intro: Slump6s]
Yeah, yeah, oh
Oh, oh
Yeah, yeah, oh
Oh (Buck, buck, buck)
[Pre-Chorus: midwxst]
Yeah, uh, I feel like I'm in the NBA, I'm finna lob it to Slump
Yeah, and if you got problems with Eric, you know we unloadin' that gun
Yeah, I get on the mic and I punch in, baby, I do this for fun
You know, I feel like I'm a taser, leavin' my opps really stunned
[Chorus: midwxst]
Yeah, shades on my face, I don't fuck with the sun
How you gon' talk but don't got any funds?
I feel like Tom Cruise, I'm finna stunt
We comin' for him, now he on the run
My pockets big, I ain't talkin' 'bout Pun
I got a sword on my back like I'm Trunks
This nigga pussy, I might take his lunch
I beat my opps to the punch
[Verse 1: Slump6s]
That nigga came from the 'Gram
And I know that he don't got a gun (Yeah)
[?], then we take his body and [?]
[?] don't be cappin' at all
And just like a movie, we wrappin' it up
He talkin' down on thе gang
Nigga, I ain't a smoker, but nigga, we packin' him up
Hit up my phone, I'm likе, "What's it about?"
Look at my name and it's more like a drug
I'm on the top, nigga, without a doubt
I said that she heard 'em, like figure it out
All of my diamonds, they wet like a house
That nigga ratted, he just like a mouse
Just got a bag and I still ain't flex that shit
Man, them niggas still flexin' a loss
[Intro: Slump6s]
Yeah, yeah, oh
Oh, oh
Yeah, yeah, oh
Oh (Buck, buck, buck)
[Pre-Chorus: midwxst]
Yeah, uh, I feel like I'm in the NBA, I'm finna lob it to Slump
Yeah, and if you got problems with Eric, you know we unloadin' that gun
Yeah, I get on the mic and I punch in, baby, I do this for fun
You know, I feel like I'm a taser, leavin' my opps really stunned
[Chorus: midwxst]
Yeah, shades on my face, I don't fuck with the sun
How you gon' talk but don't got any funds?
I feel like Tom Cruise, I'm finna stunt
We comin' for him, now he on the run
My pockets big, I ain't talkin' 'bout Pun
I got a sword on my back like I'm Trunks
This nigga pussy, I might take his lunch
I beat my opps to the punch
[Verse 1: Slump6s]
That nigga came from the 'Gram
And I know that he don't got a gun (Yeah)
[?], then we take his body and [?]
[?] don't be cappin' at all
And just like a movie, we wrappin' it up
He talkin' down on thе gang
Nigga, I ain't a smoker, but nigga, we packin' him up
Hit up my phone, I'm likе, "What's it about?"
Look at my name and it's more like a drug
I'm on the top, nigga, without a doubt
I said that she heard 'em, like figure it out
All of my diamonds, they wet like a house
That nigga ratted, he just like a mouse
Just got a bag and I still ain't flex that shit
Man, them niggas still flexin' a loss
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