[Verse 1:RODEOGLo]
Running for the guap, bitch, I cannot get enough
And I'm counting up, niggas cannot stand us
Know I'm high as fuck nigga, cannot standup
Jugg a nigga guap, run up on yo mans bruh
These niggas be all on my dick they be a fan bruh
Countin' up hella checks, where yo bands bro?
Countin' up hella checks, where yo bands? Coun- coun- bro?
Countin' up hella checks, where yo ban- nigga- ban-
Nigga worse, started praying, what I tell yah?
Jugg you for the Glock, ran out with a stain yuhh
Big gun in my hand so you know I'm tucked
Niggas cannot be 'round me, you's a fucking joke
I got my swag up, nigga, it's your fucking turn
I got a 40 with a Glock, nigga dumb as hell
Nigga ain't know me but I do not give a fuck, nah
I'm smoking the blunt like it wasn't fucking nothing, yah
They life is really nothing, but just know they be my sons, yah
Talking bout some beef, then I hop out with a gun, yah
[Verse 2: Universe]
Nigga try to test me, you cannot im- (_-gun, yah_)
Nigga try to tes- (_-gun, yah_)
Ni- (_-gun, yah_)
Nigga try to test me, you cannot impress me
Nigga, back down, we know you not gon' finesse me
Why'd yo bitch text me?
You can let her rest-
I learned how to rap- why'd yo-
-why'd yo bitch text me?
[?], I'mma get my shit done- done
Ho, you a little pussy, better run
Now your face tatted, always tryna look so stunned
Now everyone's getting up, what, you looking for the sun?
Not one;
But two Glocks aiming at you bruh
You don't even smoke none
You so dumb
Callin' out on yo face, tatted like a fucking bum
Got you looking so sunk
I just let it pump
Smoking on this gas pack, now this shit got me slumped
Running for the guap, bitch, I cannot get enough
And I'm counting up, niggas cannot stand us
Know I'm high as fuck nigga, cannot standup
Jugg a nigga guap, run up on yo mans bruh
These niggas be all on my dick they be a fan bruh
Countin' up hella checks, where yo bands bro?
Countin' up hella checks, where yo bands? Coun- coun- bro?
Countin' up hella checks, where yo ban- nigga- ban-
Nigga worse, started praying, what I tell yah?
Jugg you for the Glock, ran out with a stain yuhh
Big gun in my hand so you know I'm tucked
Niggas cannot be 'round me, you's a fucking joke
I got my swag up, nigga, it's your fucking turn
I got a 40 with a Glock, nigga dumb as hell
Nigga ain't know me but I do not give a fuck, nah
I'm smoking the blunt like it wasn't fucking nothing, yah
They life is really nothing, but just know they be my sons, yah
Talking bout some beef, then I hop out with a gun, yah
[Verse 2: Universe]
Nigga try to test me, you cannot im- (_-gun, yah_)
Nigga try to tes- (_-gun, yah_)
Ni- (_-gun, yah_)
Nigga try to test me, you cannot impress me
Nigga, back down, we know you not gon' finesse me
Why'd yo bitch text me?
You can let her rest-
I learned how to rap- why'd yo-
-why'd yo bitch text me?
[?], I'mma get my shit done- done
Ho, you a little pussy, better run
Now your face tatted, always tryna look so stunned
Now everyone's getting up, what, you looking for the sun?
Not one;
But two Glocks aiming at you bruh
You don't even smoke none
You so dumb
Callin' out on yo face, tatted like a fucking bum
Got you looking so sunk
I just let it pump
Smoking on this gas pack, now this shit got me slumped
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