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[Intro]
Marcuss, Beat Execzs
They say Guwap made this bitch, we get booku Guwap, guwap, guwap
[Verse]
This ain't no Johnny Dang, no, no
Got a big pistol on me (Ayy, 4KTREY), yah, yah
Ridin’ in my McLaren, don't wan' take no pics at all
I’m high as hell, don't piss me off
That's when we get them sticks involved
Let shots off just to take one off
We pay some, we gon' spray at y'all
Still takin' Xans and and goin' off
I still ain't tryna’ lay it down
We get drank and we pour fo’s up, I'm leanin’, I'm leanin'
Got these hoes on drugs and percs, they drunk and don't wanna leave
Ayy, where my pole?
Who the fuck that is knockin’ at my door? Unexpected
We gon' shoot his stupid ass through the hole
In front my momma house, got plenty sticks out here just like the cartel
Opps don't pass ‘round here
Them bricks, they might get found here
I switched it up, it ain't no postin' up, with no gun outchea
You spoke on sum, police patrolin' us, but we show no fear
[?] and make that shit louder than a headphone
In the bedroom servin' bricks in moms shit, where I wrote my first song
You taking off, catch you swervin' in that bitch and getcho' head off
We let shots off, that Suburban on 1500, after dude called the phone
I been bootin' up off them jiggas, tryna catch a victim
Floating wit' the devil, I got dope all in my system
[Intro]
Marcuss, Beat Execzs
They say Guwap made this bitch, we get booku Guwap, guwap, guwap
[Verse]
This ain't no Johnny Dang, no, no
Got a big pistol on me (Ayy, 4KTREY), yah, yah
Ridin’ in my McLaren, don't wan' take no pics at all
I’m high as hell, don't piss me off
That's when we get them sticks involved
Let shots off just to take one off
We pay some, we gon' spray at y'all
Still takin' Xans and and goin' off
I still ain't tryna’ lay it down
We get drank and we pour fo’s up, I'm leanin’, I'm leanin'
Got these hoes on drugs and percs, they drunk and don't wanna leave
Ayy, where my pole?
Who the fuck that is knockin’ at my door? Unexpected
We gon' shoot his stupid ass through the hole
In front my momma house, got plenty sticks out here just like the cartel
Opps don't pass ‘round here
Them bricks, they might get found here
I switched it up, it ain't no postin' up, with no gun outchea
You spoke on sum, police patrolin' us, but we show no fear
[?] and make that shit louder than a headphone
In the bedroom servin' bricks in moms shit, where I wrote my first song
You taking off, catch you swervin' in that bitch and getcho' head off
We let shots off, that Suburban on 1500, after dude called the phone
I been bootin' up off them jiggas, tryna catch a victim
Floating wit' the devil, I got dope all in my system
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