[Intro]
This can't be real
Mayday, mayday, mayday!
N9815L, I'm in trouble (Bee)
Mayday, mayday, mayday!
Rogers, we have the bomb
We got a [?] on [?]
[Verse 1]
In this bitch by myself (I have no idea where I'm going)
Finna spit it so hot, make a mic melt (I'm-I'm going to crash)
And this .40 right here by my Vivi belt
This a Vivi belt this not a BB belt
If I go double C, it's a CC belt
Do this shit by myself, I don't need no help
In the 600 got on no seatbelt
If I said I was sorry, that's heartfelt
And I fucked over you, I ain't mean that
On the pills and I'm throwing that lean back
I touch down and I'm like, "Where the lean at?"
Pop two sticks, where the dirty and the beans at?
Big black truck, where the fuck is the wings at
Can't get stuck with a slut, and I mean that
I whip that drum up, bust where your team at
And he just said what? Wipe him like Kleenex
Fifties and hunnid bucks, act like you seen that
He on that snotty stuff, we gon' come clean that
Bust where your team at, bust where your queen at
Out the window with that stick, he gon' swing that
Bust where the scene at
One phone call and they shoot, and we green that
Smoking dead oppster
One phone call and they shootin' wherever he seen
They say they gon' drop us
Too many bodies, get Rich as The Kid
Kill your whole team, they know they can't stop us
This can't be real
Mayday, mayday, mayday!
N9815L, I'm in trouble (Bee)
Mayday, mayday, mayday!
Rogers, we have the bomb
We got a [?] on [?]
[Verse 1]
In this bitch by myself (I have no idea where I'm going)
Finna spit it so hot, make a mic melt (I'm-I'm going to crash)
And this .40 right here by my Vivi belt
This a Vivi belt this not a BB belt
If I go double C, it's a CC belt
Do this shit by myself, I don't need no help
In the 600 got on no seatbelt
If I said I was sorry, that's heartfelt
And I fucked over you, I ain't mean that
On the pills and I'm throwing that lean back
I touch down and I'm like, "Where the lean at?"
Pop two sticks, where the dirty and the beans at?
Big black truck, where the fuck is the wings at
Can't get stuck with a slut, and I mean that
I whip that drum up, bust where your team at
And he just said what? Wipe him like Kleenex
Fifties and hunnid bucks, act like you seen that
He on that snotty stuff, we gon' come clean that
Bust where your team at, bust where your queen at
Out the window with that stick, he gon' swing that
Bust where the scene at
One phone call and they shoot, and we green that
Smoking dead oppster
One phone call and they shootin' wherever he seen
They say they gon' drop us
Too many bodies, get Rich as The Kid
Kill your whole team, they know they can't stop us
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