[Intro]
Turn me up Jourdan
Wop
Mob
[Chorus]
I remember trappin' by the spot
Same place I seen a nigga die (Uh)
Lost feelings I'ma step to get him back
Sneaky nigga tryna stab me in the back (Yeah, uh)
Whip it up and throw the batter in the pot
The law at the door throw the bags out the back
All that bluffin' and shit got his bitch shot
He already fucked up that nigga just had ten racks (Uh)
Niggas can come where I'm from niggas been back
Niggas ain't OGs them niggas been hot
Hit out the [?]
Broke-ass niggas they life be a big lie
She want to fuck and he talk 'bout the bitch try
Whole lot of hundreds I feel like I'm crip tied
Nigga a fool if hе rap all the shit that he did, and if I'm lyin' I'm dyin'
[Verse]
Roll up the 'za on thе private jet, we gettin' high on a PJ flyin'
That nigga wonderin' how he go broke, you givin' broke bitches too much time
Now I gotta go buy a Moncler trench
So I fit this micro right on the side
Still from the hood putting Glocks outside
Where I'm from niggas gettin' chalked outside
All this shit just don't feel right
Had it before when you see me I'm still tight
Come through spank off Drac's after midnight
Better get low you could die this shit real life
How the fuck is it beef is this shit don't be on sight?
I stay away from that shit it ain't my type
Uh, takin' shit down nigga livin' the slime life
My young niggas blowin' shit up like some dynamite
Glock got the Glock I'ma train him to spin with him
Said it's his first time that's why I spinned with him
Peep niggas droppin' them diss tracks just to get 12 in this shit but I'm still tryna get with 'em (Uh)
Drop off every shot then refill 'em
Back then we used to just beat niggas (Uh)
I'm smart enough to know sidewalk safer than street niggas (Uh)
That nigga brother just died he can be with him
Turn me up Jourdan
Wop
Mob
[Chorus]
I remember trappin' by the spot
Same place I seen a nigga die (Uh)
Lost feelings I'ma step to get him back
Sneaky nigga tryna stab me in the back (Yeah, uh)
Whip it up and throw the batter in the pot
The law at the door throw the bags out the back
All that bluffin' and shit got his bitch shot
He already fucked up that nigga just had ten racks (Uh)
Niggas can come where I'm from niggas been back
Niggas ain't OGs them niggas been hot
Hit out the [?]
Broke-ass niggas they life be a big lie
She want to fuck and he talk 'bout the bitch try
Whole lot of hundreds I feel like I'm crip tied
Nigga a fool if hе rap all the shit that he did, and if I'm lyin' I'm dyin'
[Verse]
Roll up the 'za on thе private jet, we gettin' high on a PJ flyin'
That nigga wonderin' how he go broke, you givin' broke bitches too much time
Now I gotta go buy a Moncler trench
So I fit this micro right on the side
Still from the hood putting Glocks outside
Where I'm from niggas gettin' chalked outside
All this shit just don't feel right
Had it before when you see me I'm still tight
Come through spank off Drac's after midnight
Better get low you could die this shit real life
How the fuck is it beef is this shit don't be on sight?
I stay away from that shit it ain't my type
Uh, takin' shit down nigga livin' the slime life
My young niggas blowin' shit up like some dynamite
Glock got the Glock I'ma train him to spin with him
Said it's his first time that's why I spinned with him
Peep niggas droppin' them diss tracks just to get 12 in this shit but I'm still tryna get with 'em (Uh)
Drop off every shot then refill 'em
Back then we used to just beat niggas (Uh)
I'm smart enough to know sidewalk safer than street niggas (Uh)
That nigga brother just died he can be with him
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