[Intro]
(Charisma)
[Verse 1: DaBoii]
I ain't fuckin' with you niggas, bitch, stay over there
Two Glocks under the mat, a K in the chair
It's a dirty ass game, fuck playin' it fair
And if a nigga want smoke we takin' it there
Bitches love to break they necks, I'm makin' 'em stare
Twin Glocks for a opp, he datin' a pair
Let a nigga run up on me, he facin' his fears
Ain't maskin' up on that skit, you playin' with years
Nigga, get up out my face with all that friendly shit
You on the blade but you still broke then you a silly bitch
Niggas love talkin' on the net, they got me really bent
I up that hammer, ask that nigga what he really meant
If I give a bitch a dose she gon' fall in love
Fuck a half fifty clip, you can't tote slugs
Dice game ten to four, hittin' all the thugs
Glocks, chops, and XDs, we got all the guns
Still with the same niggas if you ain't know
Let a lightweight hit this blunt, he gon' KO
She gon' take every order, she don't say no
Instead of playin' one side these niggas play both
Put them plates on the whip, we don't pay toll
All I want to do is ball and make 'em hate more
Seventy-five on the drum on the Draco
Instead of talkin' all that shit, nigga, pray more
Bitch, get up out your feelings, come and talk to daddy
You ain't gotta throw a fit, just throw that pussy at me
That nigga dissin' on the net, tell that pussy at me
Five-seveN with a thirty, she a fuckin' baddie
Stop lookin' at me like you stupid unless you really stupid
I keep a strap under this hoodie and I'll really use it
Nigga said he on my ass, he gon' really prove it?
Tired of niggas sayin' they do this but don't really do it
Dumb bitch, play your role, you ain't gettin' no title
Middle fingers up high to all my rivals
Want fame, big Glock, it's makin' you viral
When you thuggin' in that field you play for survival
Always look out for the gang, they say I care too much
You know them niggas want you dead, you still don't care to clutch
You run into 'em while you lackin', bet you care to cut
If you ain't slidin' for your niggas you a scary punk
I'ma marry all this money while you marry sluts
Bitch, get up on your knees, suck my hairy nuts
Everybody hardbody 'til we tear him up
And this chop like Rick how I flare him up, bitch
(Charisma)
[Verse 1: DaBoii]
I ain't fuckin' with you niggas, bitch, stay over there
Two Glocks under the mat, a K in the chair
It's a dirty ass game, fuck playin' it fair
And if a nigga want smoke we takin' it there
Bitches love to break they necks, I'm makin' 'em stare
Twin Glocks for a opp, he datin' a pair
Let a nigga run up on me, he facin' his fears
Ain't maskin' up on that skit, you playin' with years
Nigga, get up out my face with all that friendly shit
You on the blade but you still broke then you a silly bitch
Niggas love talkin' on the net, they got me really bent
I up that hammer, ask that nigga what he really meant
If I give a bitch a dose she gon' fall in love
Fuck a half fifty clip, you can't tote slugs
Dice game ten to four, hittin' all the thugs
Glocks, chops, and XDs, we got all the guns
Still with the same niggas if you ain't know
Let a lightweight hit this blunt, he gon' KO
She gon' take every order, she don't say no
Instead of playin' one side these niggas play both
Put them plates on the whip, we don't pay toll
All I want to do is ball and make 'em hate more
Seventy-five on the drum on the Draco
Instead of talkin' all that shit, nigga, pray more
Bitch, get up out your feelings, come and talk to daddy
You ain't gotta throw a fit, just throw that pussy at me
That nigga dissin' on the net, tell that pussy at me
Five-seveN with a thirty, she a fuckin' baddie
Stop lookin' at me like you stupid unless you really stupid
I keep a strap under this hoodie and I'll really use it
Nigga said he on my ass, he gon' really prove it?
Tired of niggas sayin' they do this but don't really do it
Dumb bitch, play your role, you ain't gettin' no title
Middle fingers up high to all my rivals
Want fame, big Glock, it's makin' you viral
When you thuggin' in that field you play for survival
Always look out for the gang, they say I care too much
You know them niggas want you dead, you still don't care to clutch
You run into 'em while you lackin', bet you care to cut
If you ain't slidin' for your niggas you a scary punk
I'ma marry all this money while you marry sluts
Bitch, get up on your knees, suck my hairy nuts
Everybody hardbody 'til we tear him up
And this chop like Rick how I flare him up, bitch
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