[Chorus: Fredo]
Fuck them, I don't know them, they ain't one hunna
In my German car, drop a big pack on my young gunner
In the trap, I make mad stacks off one number
When you're at the pot, you can lose it all off one fuck up
[Verse 1: Yxng Bane]
Fuck them, I don't know them, they ain't one hunna
All up on your crop half, fuck her yard don ah
Fuck them, I don't know them, they ain't one hunna
Strapped up, strapped creps, nigga, that's Margiela
Hoppin' out the spaceship (Ah, yeah)
Swagger's on eighty (Ah, yeah)
Probably fucked your missus in a Uber so it's five star rating (Skrr, skrr)
Probably in Givenchy's, swagger's out a scale, that's five star rating (Woo, woo)
Probably having brekkie outta Michelin, that's five star rating, ayy (Ow, ooh)
Drop the plug, we'll run it back (Ow, ooh)
In the suit and tie up bags (Ow, ooh)
Have Fredo run it back (Ow, ooh)
It's a sket that suck me on the map (Ow, ooh)
High road on Freemason
Bitch the baddest cause she blaze it
She ain't surf but she jump wavin'
Probably hold a pack in the anus
[Verse 2: Little Torment]
Chef whippin' up a German (Woo)
Trap game, I had to learn it
Fuck a opp boy, I'm coppin' burners (Yeah)
Scummy nigga from the Southside
But I found a plug and got the earnin' (Scummy)
I don't trust a soul, I don't trust your soul
I don't trust them boy, they vermin
In and out of blocks, in and out of blocks
In and out the German servin' (Skrr)
In and out the kitchen, on and off the stove, wrists movin' like a whirlwind
Fuck a rapper, I'll spin the coupe round, spin the MAC and make your world spin
Little Torment had no respect from day, there was nothin' they could tell him
Kway Kway, that white girl with me (Yeah)
And I got my baddest girl with me
Nice breasts, she spend your whole stack (Gone)
It's nothin', she just wanna rule the world with me (Left)
I ain't round and make my tail with me
And I keep a strap full of bells round me
Just incase somebody tryna get rowdy
(I don't fire use my gun, lowe me)
Lowe me, lowe me, I don't want a thirty
Plus the washers flying with the TT dirty
Amne' buddy, they can smell it on me
I don't sell food, it sell itself for me
Niggas corny, buyin' hoes shoes
I buy Loubs, but I buy some straps too
This what happens when the realest niggas from the city link up, make a rap tune
Fuck them, I don't know them, they ain't one hunna
In my German car, drop a big pack on my young gunner
In the trap, I make mad stacks off one number
When you're at the pot, you can lose it all off one fuck up
[Verse 1: Yxng Bane]
Fuck them, I don't know them, they ain't one hunna
All up on your crop half, fuck her yard don ah
Fuck them, I don't know them, they ain't one hunna
Strapped up, strapped creps, nigga, that's Margiela
Hoppin' out the spaceship (Ah, yeah)
Swagger's on eighty (Ah, yeah)
Probably fucked your missus in a Uber so it's five star rating (Skrr, skrr)
Probably in Givenchy's, swagger's out a scale, that's five star rating (Woo, woo)
Probably having brekkie outta Michelin, that's five star rating, ayy (Ow, ooh)
Drop the plug, we'll run it back (Ow, ooh)
In the suit and tie up bags (Ow, ooh)
Have Fredo run it back (Ow, ooh)
It's a sket that suck me on the map (Ow, ooh)
High road on Freemason
Bitch the baddest cause she blaze it
She ain't surf but she jump wavin'
Probably hold a pack in the anus
[Verse 2: Little Torment]
Chef whippin' up a German (Woo)
Trap game, I had to learn it
Fuck a opp boy, I'm coppin' burners (Yeah)
Scummy nigga from the Southside
But I found a plug and got the earnin' (Scummy)
I don't trust a soul, I don't trust your soul
I don't trust them boy, they vermin
In and out of blocks, in and out of blocks
In and out the German servin' (Skrr)
In and out the kitchen, on and off the stove, wrists movin' like a whirlwind
Fuck a rapper, I'll spin the coupe round, spin the MAC and make your world spin
Little Torment had no respect from day, there was nothin' they could tell him
Kway Kway, that white girl with me (Yeah)
And I got my baddest girl with me
Nice breasts, she spend your whole stack (Gone)
It's nothin', she just wanna rule the world with me (Left)
I ain't round and make my tail with me
And I keep a strap full of bells round me
Just incase somebody tryna get rowdy
(I don't fire use my gun, lowe me)
Lowe me, lowe me, I don't want a thirty
Plus the washers flying with the TT dirty
Amne' buddy, they can smell it on me
I don't sell food, it sell itself for me
Niggas corny, buyin' hoes shoes
I buy Loubs, but I buy some straps too
This what happens when the realest niggas from the city link up, make a rap tune
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