[Intro]
Hmm, uh, yo
Pull up and skrrt
(Harmonics Made A Hit)
Pull up and skrrt
[Freestyle]
Pull up and skrrt, pull up and skrrt
Bands in my pants, and I got it off work
I'm that nigga, oh you ain't heard?
I just wanna kick up, she just tryna twerk
For the opps I'm alert
Turn him into dirt
I don't wanna do drugs, I don't pop perks
I don't pop xans, I don't pop shit
I just wanna pop rubber bands, wanna pop lids
Look at my wrist, wrist, wrist on wrist on glis'
Glis', glis' on glis' on glis'
.40 cal make a man feel like he flip
Flip, flip on flip on flip
I don't even trip
I don't wanna make love, I just wanna hit
Hits on hits
Bad lil' bitch, brown skin but her attitude light skin
She think she the shit
Every time I got a real job I quit
Toast to the trap, we just tryna stack chips
Raptors 2019 that chip, chip, chips on chips on chips
Pull up to the mall in a Panamera
I see bodies when I look in the mirror
Nice chain but your diamonds need to be clearer
She want a baby in the future like soon era
Niggas on the 'Gram keep talking that shit, shit
Shit on shit on shit
Stay on they phone worriеd 'bout taking flicks
I was tryna check niggas off that list
I was on the block with a hammer
I was on your block with a—
Still all rеd like Santa
Niggas know me, I don't play no—, no games like—
I don't play no games like Playstation, lil' nigga I'm 'bout that job
Run up on him, I get him wacked, I get that nigga gone
AP on my wrist that's 'cause I'm from Alexandra Park
And these niggas wanna play with me, they know that I'm a shark, uh
Pull up on his block, and spark, uh
Hmm, uh, yo
Pull up and skrrt
(Harmonics Made A Hit)
Pull up and skrrt
[Freestyle]
Pull up and skrrt, pull up and skrrt
Bands in my pants, and I got it off work
I'm that nigga, oh you ain't heard?
I just wanna kick up, she just tryna twerk
For the opps I'm alert
Turn him into dirt
I don't wanna do drugs, I don't pop perks
I don't pop xans, I don't pop shit
I just wanna pop rubber bands, wanna pop lids
Look at my wrist, wrist, wrist on wrist on glis'
Glis', glis' on glis' on glis'
.40 cal make a man feel like he flip
Flip, flip on flip on flip
I don't even trip
I don't wanna make love, I just wanna hit
Hits on hits
Bad lil' bitch, brown skin but her attitude light skin
She think she the shit
Every time I got a real job I quit
Toast to the trap, we just tryna stack chips
Raptors 2019 that chip, chip, chips on chips on chips
Pull up to the mall in a Panamera
I see bodies when I look in the mirror
Nice chain but your diamonds need to be clearer
She want a baby in the future like soon era
Niggas on the 'Gram keep talking that shit, shit
Shit on shit on shit
Stay on they phone worriеd 'bout taking flicks
I was tryna check niggas off that list
I was on the block with a hammer
I was on your block with a—
Still all rеd like Santa
Niggas know me, I don't play no—, no games like—
I don't play no games like Playstation, lil' nigga I'm 'bout that job
Run up on him, I get him wacked, I get that nigga gone
AP on my wrist that's 'cause I'm from Alexandra Park
And these niggas wanna play with me, they know that I'm a shark, uh
Pull up on his block, and spark, uh
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