Intro:
(400 degrees)
Verse : (DaBoii)
I-I-I don’t got no heart, where it go solve the mystery
Belt made from France but nah bitch you ain’t kissing me
Middle fingers to you fuck niggas no sympathy
Vallejo California but my shoes made from Italy
Why I’m sagging the cash weigh a lotta pounds
Niggas really hoes only speak when I’m not around
W-when I slide like “wassup nigga” not a sound
I don’t give a fuck cause the chop hold a lotta rounds
Step in my lane what the fuck let the K dance
Buffs on my face what the fuck is a Ray Bans
Niggas talking down see you out be like “aye fam”
Eight niggas hate me I lay back smoke my eighth gram
DaBoii, nigga why you spazzin’
Never chase a hoe what the fuck I’m asthmatic
I gotta chase the guap cause DaBoii he be cashin
Heat in the booth I’m a mufuckin dragon
2 rounds in the babby that’s first degree
Take his bitch without asking that’s burglary
I’m DaBoii fuck you if you ain’t heard of me
Wrong move we pulling up like Urkel jeans
Tryna take my bitch lil nigga stop trying
Suppressor on the chop mufucka be silent
Niggas really hoes lil nigga be quiet
Shake a fuck nigga hand I am not (?)
Vallejo be the jungle I’m a mufuckin lion
I am not from the city I’m a mufuckin giant
Bitches they uh do what I say like I’m Simon
Hot shit in the winter change the mufuckin climate
Old bitch was a 7 now I’m up so I’m diming
Ex call my phone what the fuck I’m denying
Tints on the buffs can’t tell who I’m eyeing
I’m the plug this shit louder than that bitch yelling “Byron”
Everybody thuggin where the fuck is the guidance
Cause when it’s crunch time none of you niggas slidin’
Empty out the clip give a fuck bout a siren
You in love with the bitch I’m just here to put pipe in
Shit real, nah nigga really real
Niggas lane changing baby chop grab the steering wheel
Sick of all these hoes L-O-L like I’m really ill
Name the chop Terrio that mufucka really kill
B-b-bitch, it’s crunch time
None of my niggas iPhones so don’t touch mines
Bought a new chop clip longer than a lunch line
Niggas all talk slide down imma spark mine
(400 degrees)
Verse : (DaBoii)
I-I-I don’t got no heart, where it go solve the mystery
Belt made from France but nah bitch you ain’t kissing me
Middle fingers to you fuck niggas no sympathy
Vallejo California but my shoes made from Italy
Why I’m sagging the cash weigh a lotta pounds
Niggas really hoes only speak when I’m not around
W-when I slide like “wassup nigga” not a sound
I don’t give a fuck cause the chop hold a lotta rounds
Step in my lane what the fuck let the K dance
Buffs on my face what the fuck is a Ray Bans
Niggas talking down see you out be like “aye fam”
Eight niggas hate me I lay back smoke my eighth gram
DaBoii, nigga why you spazzin’
Never chase a hoe what the fuck I’m asthmatic
I gotta chase the guap cause DaBoii he be cashin
Heat in the booth I’m a mufuckin dragon
2 rounds in the babby that’s first degree
Take his bitch without asking that’s burglary
I’m DaBoii fuck you if you ain’t heard of me
Wrong move we pulling up like Urkel jeans
Tryna take my bitch lil nigga stop trying
Suppressor on the chop mufucka be silent
Niggas really hoes lil nigga be quiet
Shake a fuck nigga hand I am not (?)
Vallejo be the jungle I’m a mufuckin lion
I am not from the city I’m a mufuckin giant
Bitches they uh do what I say like I’m Simon
Hot shit in the winter change the mufuckin climate
Old bitch was a 7 now I’m up so I’m diming
Ex call my phone what the fuck I’m denying
Tints on the buffs can’t tell who I’m eyeing
I’m the plug this shit louder than that bitch yelling “Byron”
Everybody thuggin where the fuck is the guidance
Cause when it’s crunch time none of you niggas slidin’
Empty out the clip give a fuck bout a siren
You in love with the bitch I’m just here to put pipe in
Shit real, nah nigga really real
Niggas lane changing baby chop grab the steering wheel
Sick of all these hoes L-O-L like I’m really ill
Name the chop Terrio that mufucka really kill
B-b-bitch, it’s crunch time
None of my niggas iPhones so don’t touch mines
Bought a new chop clip longer than a lunch line
Niggas all talk slide down imma spark mine
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