[Intro]
Uh, uh, uh, we pull up and we send hot shit nigga
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh, Livvy in this bitch, uh, yeah yeah
We pull up and we send hot shit
Got on my J on me
[Verse 1]
We ain't out here actin', I don't clique with rappers
Boy you ain't no factor, check the stats, we snappin'
You ain't really havin', your cash don't match your fashion
We asked they said you cappin' about most that shit you flashin'
We run off drama, drugs, and murder, I see 1-2 then I skate
See I can't say too much, I heard the opps been locked in with the jakes
Your shooters hard to trust, how you sell out your cody on that case?
Remember shit was ruff, now we take charter flights to different states
Your rapper homie died, he just dropped back to back, now he on mute
We know you broke and flexin' ton of lies, the hoes boy, who you shoot?
I heard they put that tester on your diamond chain, that shit was flukey
The opps too shit for clout, told Benji "I can't lie, think they influenced"
Why you claim that shootin', we know you ain't do it
Too bad our lil hoes gon' pass that lo boy, don't be stupid
We fuck niggas hoes then pass them back, I told her' I ain't Cupid"
I talk my shit a lot, 'cause I know none them blocks gon' ever do shit
Free all my shooters that did what they did, can't lie they made it happen
Bro took his kufi off, and spent they block after he got done fastin'
I gotta pop my shit, they dissin' Snipe, like Baz ain't in a casket
This shit is a habit, ask Lil Ky we really active
Most 'em ain't no factors, we treat lames like target practice
Like target practice, go, go, go, pull up and we send hot shit
I can't stress 'bout no bitch that ain't mine
Bitch I feel like the Pope, I'm callin' hits from OT, ask the guys
They had the lo before, and still ain't come do shit, them lyrics lies
He dissin' Maj like Roddy ain't die in that party with no 5
Uh, uh, uh, we pull up and we send hot shit nigga
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh, Livvy in this bitch, uh, yeah yeah
We pull up and we send hot shit
Got on my J on me
[Verse 1]
We ain't out here actin', I don't clique with rappers
Boy you ain't no factor, check the stats, we snappin'
You ain't really havin', your cash don't match your fashion
We asked they said you cappin' about most that shit you flashin'
We run off drama, drugs, and murder, I see 1-2 then I skate
See I can't say too much, I heard the opps been locked in with the jakes
Your shooters hard to trust, how you sell out your cody on that case?
Remember shit was ruff, now we take charter flights to different states
Your rapper homie died, he just dropped back to back, now he on mute
We know you broke and flexin' ton of lies, the hoes boy, who you shoot?
I heard they put that tester on your diamond chain, that shit was flukey
The opps too shit for clout, told Benji "I can't lie, think they influenced"
Why you claim that shootin', we know you ain't do it
Too bad our lil hoes gon' pass that lo boy, don't be stupid
We fuck niggas hoes then pass them back, I told her' I ain't Cupid"
I talk my shit a lot, 'cause I know none them blocks gon' ever do shit
Free all my shooters that did what they did, can't lie they made it happen
Bro took his kufi off, and spent they block after he got done fastin'
I gotta pop my shit, they dissin' Snipe, like Baz ain't in a casket
This shit is a habit, ask Lil Ky we really active
Most 'em ain't no factors, we treat lames like target practice
Like target practice, go, go, go, pull up and we send hot shit
I can't stress 'bout no bitch that ain't mine
Bitch I feel like the Pope, I'm callin' hits from OT, ask the guys
They had the lo before, and still ain't come do shit, them lyrics lies
He dissin' Maj like Roddy ain't die in that party with no 5
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