[Intro]
Ayy, we up, ayy (Hit-Boy)
Max c'mon we gotta do one take and shit
I don’t wanna even need no lean so pump it up
[Verse 1]
New nigga on the block, yeah I got my Glocky
Look like I've been locked up, arms kinda stocky
Wrist on rocky, wish a nigga tried to stop me
Usain Bolt with the glizzy it's a track meet
Make him take off like Migos
In the kitchen whippin’ up the bricks, servin' kilos
If I gotta get in your door I pick the key-hole
Full of shit, bitches, boy these hoes like A-holes
Every day I wake up, thinkin' 'bout the Pesos
Gettin' bankrolls, sayin' RIP to Bankroll, keep the dank rolled
Codeine in the double cup I'm sippin', ayy
Stevie Wonder, it’s gonna take away my vision, ayy
007, with that Glock, I got precision, ayy
You be talkin’ 'bout the shit, when I been did it, ayy
Free my niggas in that jam (Yeah)
I don’t give a shit, and I don't give a Hoover damn
Last bitch said I wasn't shit, she wanna let me cram (Bitch)
Hit it from the back, oh yes I am
Chopper make your brains turn to eggs, Sam-I-Am
I had a feelin' they was gon’ switch up, will.i.am
Two pints of Wockhardt, sealed up, in my hand
Clean nigga, but I'm sippin' 'til I do the muddy dance
Broke nigga, I got rich and now I do the money dance
Feel like Hugh Hefner, these bitches finna do the bunny dance
On the dick, for a trick, then after that she fucked her friend
I ain't gonna trick off no bitch, I don't pay, I just get in
Ayy, we up, ayy (Hit-Boy)
Max c'mon we gotta do one take and shit
I don’t wanna even need no lean so pump it up
[Verse 1]
New nigga on the block, yeah I got my Glocky
Look like I've been locked up, arms kinda stocky
Wrist on rocky, wish a nigga tried to stop me
Usain Bolt with the glizzy it's a track meet
Make him take off like Migos
In the kitchen whippin’ up the bricks, servin' kilos
If I gotta get in your door I pick the key-hole
Full of shit, bitches, boy these hoes like A-holes
Every day I wake up, thinkin' 'bout the Pesos
Gettin' bankrolls, sayin' RIP to Bankroll, keep the dank rolled
Codeine in the double cup I'm sippin', ayy
Stevie Wonder, it’s gonna take away my vision, ayy
007, with that Glock, I got precision, ayy
You be talkin’ 'bout the shit, when I been did it, ayy
Free my niggas in that jam (Yeah)
I don’t give a shit, and I don't give a Hoover damn
Last bitch said I wasn't shit, she wanna let me cram (Bitch)
Hit it from the back, oh yes I am
Chopper make your brains turn to eggs, Sam-I-Am
I had a feelin' they was gon’ switch up, will.i.am
Two pints of Wockhardt, sealed up, in my hand
Clean nigga, but I'm sippin' 'til I do the muddy dance
Broke nigga, I got rich and now I do the money dance
Feel like Hugh Hefner, these bitches finna do the bunny dance
On the dick, for a trick, then after that she fucked her friend
I ain't gonna trick off no bitch, I don't pay, I just get in
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