[Intro]
Mhm Mhm Mhm
Aye Aye
Mhm Aye Oh Oh Uh Uh
Mhm Oh Oh
(Yo Elay! You counting up!)
Aye Aye
[?]
(Aye Max, This shit raw as hell boy]
[Verse]
They say keep my head up, like what that gon' do?
I told y'all folk a lot of shit, ain't tell you what I won't do
Like damn, fed up, I had to lace up my boots
Like now you trippin' boy, you back, I'm tryna step in dem' shoes
I lost my brudda' cuz the streets fucked round, took over the booth
We got back active, and dem fuck niggas get outta the loop
Just cuz you outta' bounds don't think we won't get up with you
Dem niggas really clowns, I swear to god, dem fuck niggas sploof
I'm talking run him down, he uped his pistol, didn't even shoot
I'm on 4'Block, 400 shots, Dem jits just gonna go my move
We need a route, we GPS-ing shit, wе spin [?]
I'm talking dust and done, we having fun, we sweep shit no broom
For that pack, you gotta run down, hush clown
All my troopеrs round' the fuckin' town, lay the hat down
I'm talking melon and I'm coming down, It's up now
Oh he speak on Lil Buck too? You gave me the run around
Word around the city, pussy nigga my head up
You see that pussy shit Lil HotGirl posted on his Insta?
These rappers from Orlando really be my lil sistas
You know I'm All Family, No Friends, das the only way I'm kin to em
Pop out gang official, ask the opps, they missed they target tho'
If I leave up to OD, he already told me, [?]
He got 50 in the mag, He get clappin' like an audience
Round of applause, we knock em all down, they go to following
Lil [?], My nigga feel the vibe, [?]
Like no face, that boy spent every day, there ain't know doubtin' it
It's North Lane but bruh say how we watchin' so we rerouting it
Mhm Mhm Mhm
Aye Aye
Mhm Aye Oh Oh Uh Uh
Mhm Oh Oh
(Yo Elay! You counting up!)
Aye Aye
[?]
(Aye Max, This shit raw as hell boy]
[Verse]
They say keep my head up, like what that gon' do?
I told y'all folk a lot of shit, ain't tell you what I won't do
Like damn, fed up, I had to lace up my boots
Like now you trippin' boy, you back, I'm tryna step in dem' shoes
I lost my brudda' cuz the streets fucked round, took over the booth
We got back active, and dem fuck niggas get outta the loop
Just cuz you outta' bounds don't think we won't get up with you
Dem niggas really clowns, I swear to god, dem fuck niggas sploof
I'm talking run him down, he uped his pistol, didn't even shoot
I'm on 4'Block, 400 shots, Dem jits just gonna go my move
We need a route, we GPS-ing shit, wе spin [?]
I'm talking dust and done, we having fun, we sweep shit no broom
For that pack, you gotta run down, hush clown
All my troopеrs round' the fuckin' town, lay the hat down
I'm talking melon and I'm coming down, It's up now
Oh he speak on Lil Buck too? You gave me the run around
Word around the city, pussy nigga my head up
You see that pussy shit Lil HotGirl posted on his Insta?
These rappers from Orlando really be my lil sistas
You know I'm All Family, No Friends, das the only way I'm kin to em
Pop out gang official, ask the opps, they missed they target tho'
If I leave up to OD, he already told me, [?]
He got 50 in the mag, He get clappin' like an audience
Round of applause, we knock em all down, they go to following
Lil [?], My nigga feel the vibe, [?]
Like no face, that boy spent every day, there ain't know doubtin' it
It's North Lane but bruh say how we watchin' so we rerouting it
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