[Intro]
1mtha1 knockin'!

[Verse 1: Spank Nitti James]
Would've swooped her, she ain't just got a shape, she got dimples
With a shooter, he ain't just got a J, he got dribbles
Trap spot got everything, we got drank, we got Skittles
We got yay', we got [?], all break downs and swivels
Last nigga misbehaved, lost his chain and got riddled
They know how the game came, we gave fades and popped pistols
It'll be teddy bears and flowers, decorate the hospital
They don't want us to pull up over there and make they block wiggle

[Verse 2: YMS Jaay]
We gon' make they block wiggle, tryna make her ass jiggle
She a bad bitch, but she too stuck up on her last pickle
I ain't average, the hottest nigga trooping in the set
Living reck', when she find out I'm a shotta, she get wet
And I'm a problem, I promote the violence, peering out a view
All the drama, I'm at Maggiano's, picking out the suit
I'm in the trenches, getting freaky bitches, off with Greedy
And when you ask about him, they gon' say "That young nigga the truth"

[Verse 3: John Mackk]
Used to love squeezing guns, it was a fetish
Used to hover out the window with a weapon
Big sweet, turn a bitch diabetic
I don't care if she was cold as a bitch, I wouldn't sweat her
Lil' brody crazy, he been really moving reckless
He did a drill and left his hammer at his granny's
Told lil' brody, "Start a frat" 'cause he been stepping
And he better keep his pole, 'cause outside, they tryna catch him
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