[Intro]
Hit em with the Jab
Buddah blessed this beat
[Chorus: DeJ Loaf]
Come to my city, you tap in, no, don't get your backend
Most of these niggas be cappin', we gon' bring the racks in
Come to my city, you tap in, no, don't get your backend
Most of these niggas be cappin', we gon' bring the racks in
We got lions, we got tigers, we got choppers at the door
Pull a TK in that cash, we hit him three times in a row
I don't know about yours, but my niggas, they on go
And we higher than a bitch for anybody who want smoke
[Verse 1: DeJ Loaf]
Yes, I took that nigga bitch, I gave her back, she was broke
Rockin' all of this designer, it don't come out in the storе
If I tell it how it is I could never gеt exposed
Fuck that Internet beef, I rather hit you on the phone
I don't feel like gettin' dressed, I prolly come out in the Rover
Had to cut a bitch off, she was playin' with her nose
That's your bitch, but she was playin' with the bros
Nigga, no snitch, we be talkin' in that code, like
You snitched, why them people at your door, like?
Nigga, you folded, you told it
Yeah, and everybody knows it
Yeah, I said, "Everybody knows it" (Yeah)
All of my bitches the baddest, we don't do fake asses
Some of my niggas be trappin', some of my niggas be scammin'
Long as they gettin' that salad, long as that gettin' that cabbage
You bitches is, woo
Hit em with the Jab
Buddah blessed this beat
[Chorus: DeJ Loaf]
Come to my city, you tap in, no, don't get your backend
Most of these niggas be cappin', we gon' bring the racks in
Come to my city, you tap in, no, don't get your backend
Most of these niggas be cappin', we gon' bring the racks in
We got lions, we got tigers, we got choppers at the door
Pull a TK in that cash, we hit him three times in a row
I don't know about yours, but my niggas, they on go
And we higher than a bitch for anybody who want smoke
[Verse 1: DeJ Loaf]
Yes, I took that nigga bitch, I gave her back, she was broke
Rockin' all of this designer, it don't come out in the storе
If I tell it how it is I could never gеt exposed
Fuck that Internet beef, I rather hit you on the phone
I don't feel like gettin' dressed, I prolly come out in the Rover
Had to cut a bitch off, she was playin' with her nose
That's your bitch, but she was playin' with the bros
Nigga, no snitch, we be talkin' in that code, like
You snitched, why them people at your door, like?
Nigga, you folded, you told it
Yeah, and everybody knows it
Yeah, I said, "Everybody knows it" (Yeah)
All of my bitches the baddest, we don't do fake asses
Some of my niggas be trappin', some of my niggas be scammin'
Long as they gettin' that salad, long as that gettin' that cabbage
You bitches is, woo
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