[Intro: BigXthaPlug]
(Baker Yung)
(Yo, Ben)
Turn me up a little bit more
Ayy
Yeah
Ayy, ayy
[Verse 1: BigXthaPlug]
See, we posted with pistols and rockets
Ain't makin' deposits, we puttin' that shit all into boxes
Done got a lil' buzz, now I'm poppin'
Got racks in my pockets, a bitch nigga reach, then I'm poppin'
It's you or it's me, that's the option
You got that lil' pistol, ain't popped it, ain't got you no bodies
See, really you niggas nobodies
Got rank in the city, I make me one call and you bodied
See, we flash and crash as a hobby
Been goin' too fast with this shit, somethin' like Ricky Bobby
I'm strapped like it's part of my body
Stiff at the shoulders, I'm somethin' like Frazier or Ali
You fake, yeah, you niggas a copy
I bet if I give her this pill that shе jumped out her body
It's wet, but I bеt it get sloppy
'Cause I got a stroke give her hope and I bet he can't copy
Was cold on that field, was a jockey
But I had been jumped in that field before cleats and a homi
These niggas too pussy to try me
Bumpin' they gums on the 'net like they don't know where I be
600 the block, do you copy?
I really had fiends at the hotel gettin' lit in the lobby
These labels, they tryin' to sign me
But I want an M for my son, ain't no tellin' what I need
See, I'm bangin' Crip like a Hi-C
(Baker Yung)
(Yo, Ben)
Turn me up a little bit more
Ayy
Yeah
Ayy, ayy
[Verse 1: BigXthaPlug]
See, we posted with pistols and rockets
Ain't makin' deposits, we puttin' that shit all into boxes
Done got a lil' buzz, now I'm poppin'
Got racks in my pockets, a bitch nigga reach, then I'm poppin'
It's you or it's me, that's the option
You got that lil' pistol, ain't popped it, ain't got you no bodies
See, really you niggas nobodies
Got rank in the city, I make me one call and you bodied
See, we flash and crash as a hobby
Been goin' too fast with this shit, somethin' like Ricky Bobby
I'm strapped like it's part of my body
Stiff at the shoulders, I'm somethin' like Frazier or Ali
You fake, yeah, you niggas a copy
I bet if I give her this pill that shе jumped out her body
It's wet, but I bеt it get sloppy
'Cause I got a stroke give her hope and I bet he can't copy
Was cold on that field, was a jockey
But I had been jumped in that field before cleats and a homi
These niggas too pussy to try me
Bumpin' they gums on the 'net like they don't know where I be
600 the block, do you copy?
I really had fiends at the hotel gettin' lit in the lobby
These labels, they tryin' to sign me
But I want an M for my son, ain't no tellin' what I need
See, I'm bangin' Crip like a Hi-C
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