[Intro]
Sup niggas? How y'all niggas living, y'all alright?
Everything good out here?
Wasup baby? Good, good, good, how you feelin'? Chillin'
Good, got that money for me man? I gotta make moves
Yeah, I got it but not all of it yo
Whatchu' mean? You ain't finished?
I got robbed yo
The fuck you mean you got robbed, who robbed you?
That nigga Duff
Nigga Duff?
Mokuba Lives Beats
[Verse 1: Double Lz]
Drill it, drill it, corn, man fling it
Dig it and rip it, I'm OFB's realest
I ain't tryna brag but I chinged him wicked
Done two in a row, no fibbin'
On the wing, might catch man slippin'
Come from the mosque or legal visits
You ain't never hopped in the ride with the spinners
Searchin' for them, tryna show man drillings
Get dipped in tees like biscuits
You don't come here, you got that twisted
Moncler, rip it
Dots wan' beat like the Red Light District
So I get close, won't slap from a distance
Run for your life if the four door pivots
Now you feel mad like you just got a ticket
Just circle yourself, you're not with it
Tek' man's watch, let me see what the time is
Thinkin' it's cold 'til you change that climate
Now your block's hot and filled with Trident
Blade and knife him, playin' it violent
Bro got a case so bro gotta fight it
Boogs got twenty, the judge didn't like him
Big bruck back, one-twos and a Hi Vis
Hop off the back, see man and they divert
Jump out the ride and pop doors in order
Shotgun barks, might buss out your shoulder
You might get dipped like you crossed that border
Hold up, back the wap and he froze up
Rudeboy, I can't beef no broke arse
Joker, rise the pumpy or poker
Them man do leggy-legs when we roll up
Same old shit, just let me get closer
Sup niggas? How y'all niggas living, y'all alright?
Everything good out here?
Wasup baby? Good, good, good, how you feelin'? Chillin'
Good, got that money for me man? I gotta make moves
Yeah, I got it but not all of it yo
Whatchu' mean? You ain't finished?
I got robbed yo
The fuck you mean you got robbed, who robbed you?
That nigga Duff
Nigga Duff?
Mokuba Lives Beats
[Verse 1: Double Lz]
Drill it, drill it, corn, man fling it
Dig it and rip it, I'm OFB's realest
I ain't tryna brag but I chinged him wicked
Done two in a row, no fibbin'
On the wing, might catch man slippin'
Come from the mosque or legal visits
You ain't never hopped in the ride with the spinners
Searchin' for them, tryna show man drillings
Get dipped in tees like biscuits
You don't come here, you got that twisted
Moncler, rip it
Dots wan' beat like the Red Light District
So I get close, won't slap from a distance
Run for your life if the four door pivots
Now you feel mad like you just got a ticket
Just circle yourself, you're not with it
Tek' man's watch, let me see what the time is
Thinkin' it's cold 'til you change that climate
Now your block's hot and filled with Trident
Blade and knife him, playin' it violent
Bro got a case so bro gotta fight it
Boogs got twenty, the judge didn't like him
Big bruck back, one-twos and a Hi Vis
Hop off the back, see man and they divert
Jump out the ride and pop doors in order
Shotgun barks, might buss out your shoulder
You might get dipped like you crossed that border
Hold up, back the wap and he froze up
Rudeboy, I can't beef no broke arse
Joker, rise the pumpy or poker
Them man do leggy-legs when we roll up
Same old shit, just let me get closer
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