[Intro]
(Hey Vinny, Vinny? Vinny bag of donuts, how hard is it)
(OJ, I don't think they ready for this one)
(Reuel, stop playin' with these niggas)
[Verse 1: Jae100]
Ayo bro, go bring that JB out, heard they posted up
And ya bitch don't think you hard enough, that's why she let me fuck
I'ma trapper, I'm in love with money, yea I gotta rush
Get on that court, and go bust a hat, that's how you earn my trust
I swear to God, don't touch my hat, I'ma leave you flat
See them niggas in my DM, not in person, they gettin' smacked
I'm a team player, fuck you thought, I get 1k my last
I ain't givin' out no passes, I blick without my mask
[Verse 2: Li Rambo & F5ive]
Uh, this shit ain't fun, they shootin' back, them niggas target practice
He felt that hot shit, know them bullets stingin' like a cactus
Ain't gettin' back, like what the hell, I guess y'all was attractin'
He was talkin' savage, he was lackin', nigga he ain't have it
We get that drop up on ya ass, we slidin', we arrivin'
He got hit up, they had some faces, dumbass ain't survivin'
We got that news, that nigga died, I'm rollin' up and smilin'
There go that nigga, he can't hide, I knew I recognized 'em
This just a message to the opps, you better not post up on that block
They beggin' me, "Stop that dissin', and stop that spinnin'," I can't stop
We get that drop on where he stay, yea we be bendin' every day (5)
Sat in his crib, that nigga trippin', we gon' get 'em out the way (5, 5, 5, 5)
(Hey Vinny, Vinny? Vinny bag of donuts, how hard is it)
(OJ, I don't think they ready for this one)
(Reuel, stop playin' with these niggas)
[Verse 1: Jae100]
Ayo bro, go bring that JB out, heard they posted up
And ya bitch don't think you hard enough, that's why she let me fuck
I'ma trapper, I'm in love with money, yea I gotta rush
Get on that court, and go bust a hat, that's how you earn my trust
I swear to God, don't touch my hat, I'ma leave you flat
See them niggas in my DM, not in person, they gettin' smacked
I'm a team player, fuck you thought, I get 1k my last
I ain't givin' out no passes, I blick without my mask
[Verse 2: Li Rambo & F5ive]
Uh, this shit ain't fun, they shootin' back, them niggas target practice
He felt that hot shit, know them bullets stingin' like a cactus
Ain't gettin' back, like what the hell, I guess y'all was attractin'
He was talkin' savage, he was lackin', nigga he ain't have it
We get that drop up on ya ass, we slidin', we arrivin'
He got hit up, they had some faces, dumbass ain't survivin'
We got that news, that nigga died, I'm rollin' up and smilin'
There go that nigga, he can't hide, I knew I recognized 'em
This just a message to the opps, you better not post up on that block
They beggin' me, "Stop that dissin', and stop that spinnin'," I can't stop
We get that drop on where he stay, yea we be bendin' every day (5)
Sat in his crib, that nigga trippin', we gon' get 'em out the way (5, 5, 5, 5)
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