[Intro: Chase Fetti]
These niggas know me, man, we the ones pushin' the fuckin’ culture, nigga, Kastro, what up, buz? You niggas know you can't fuck wit' me
Most Valuable Players
[Verse 1: Chase Fetti]
Uh, look, stay away from me with sucka talk, you fuckin’ soft
Typin' like you winnin' but be uninvolved (Fuck outta here)
Had the homies raid the brib and, kill everybody (Brr, brr brr brr)
Wife, son and daughter
Don't touch a thing, we ain't comin' raw (Naw)
I tell the homies bum out, you gon' see a hunned chains, and a hunned cars (Facts)
Couple cards up my sleeve, I'm, gamblin’ with the fuckin’ charge (Hahahaha)
I bubble hard, good work, it's never fraud (Never)
My nigga swing that rock around like Rucker Park (Y’all know me)
This a lay up, gеt the bricks and soufflé 'em
When baggin', it was on thе corner, PM to the AM (For real)
My hitter got a vic, he only go if I okay him (Brr)
Soon as I give him the green, he gon' shoot it like he Tatum (Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang)
I kill ’em that's verbatim, all that playin' that's for SEGA
Pull a mask and turn to Vega, seein' juks as elevators on 'em (Lemme get that, nigga)
Nigga, I never hated on 'em, shit, my fool waited on 'em
Now I got the ball, I'm goin brazy on 'em
[Chorus: Mikee Mula x2]
Twenty eight grams in a zip
Hunned more plans for the flip
45 slammer in the whip
Shit, twelve on the strip
Couple more sales and I'm rich, bitch
These niggas know me, man, we the ones pushin' the fuckin’ culture, nigga, Kastro, what up, buz? You niggas know you can't fuck wit' me
Most Valuable Players
[Verse 1: Chase Fetti]
Uh, look, stay away from me with sucka talk, you fuckin’ soft
Typin' like you winnin' but be uninvolved (Fuck outta here)
Had the homies raid the brib and, kill everybody (Brr, brr brr brr)
Wife, son and daughter
Don't touch a thing, we ain't comin' raw (Naw)
I tell the homies bum out, you gon' see a hunned chains, and a hunned cars (Facts)
Couple cards up my sleeve, I'm, gamblin’ with the fuckin’ charge (Hahahaha)
I bubble hard, good work, it's never fraud (Never)
My nigga swing that rock around like Rucker Park (Y’all know me)
This a lay up, gеt the bricks and soufflé 'em
When baggin', it was on thе corner, PM to the AM (For real)
My hitter got a vic, he only go if I okay him (Brr)
Soon as I give him the green, he gon' shoot it like he Tatum (Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang)
I kill ’em that's verbatim, all that playin' that's for SEGA
Pull a mask and turn to Vega, seein' juks as elevators on 'em (Lemme get that, nigga)
Nigga, I never hated on 'em, shit, my fool waited on 'em
Now I got the ball, I'm goin brazy on 'em
[Chorus: Mikee Mula x2]
Twenty eight grams in a zip
Hunned more plans for the flip
45 slammer in the whip
Shit, twelve on the strip
Couple more sales and I'm rich, bitch
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