[Intro]
Haha, what the fuck, Hari?
Hahaha, bitch (Oh my God)
Still'll get low, yeah
[Chorus]
I walk wit' my chest high, but I still'll get low
When I got this shell catcher I gotta step out in shell toes
Me and gang tote heavy metal 'cause we come from the hellhole
He was leanin' off that cup, I hit his ass he fell over
I don't even think these niggas turned to hoes, think they was hoe before
All the opps is fags, they gotta die, think I was homophobic
Ain't gotta do to much, yo' hoe gon' fuck on me just 'cause thе rollie
Fuck the weavе up off this bitch, she green and soft like guacamole
[Verse 1]
Niggas claimin' that they demons, I'm gon' give 'em sum' holy
Four five make him go fast, this nine'll make him die slowly
Hoe claim that I fuck wit' her, that hoe cap, I don't know her
[?] inside these bullets, I hit his ass he leaned over
This lil' hoe here give me a headache, I ain't tryna deal wit' her
I'm gon' fuck ya' then I'll block you, I'm sorry if ya' feel bitter
Nigga tryna play me like I'm green, I look like a dill pickle?
Nigga must don't know 'fore this rap shit Tony was a real hitter
I call my ARP a lama 'cause that bitch a real spitter
I play ring around the rosy then grew up a real spinner
Hell nah we not from Jamaica, but we all some real niggas
Hoe can say whatever she say, I don't give no fuck, I still hit her
Four five with the fuckin' switchy, can't even see it, this bitch invisible
And spin shit just like a ritual, we hit him three, got left in critical
Only thing that he gon' fight is bullets, nigga let's get physical
In this bitch boy you do what I say, my rule go like the principal
Haha, what the fuck, Hari?
Hahaha, bitch (Oh my God)
Still'll get low, yeah
[Chorus]
I walk wit' my chest high, but I still'll get low
When I got this shell catcher I gotta step out in shell toes
Me and gang tote heavy metal 'cause we come from the hellhole
He was leanin' off that cup, I hit his ass he fell over
I don't even think these niggas turned to hoes, think they was hoe before
All the opps is fags, they gotta die, think I was homophobic
Ain't gotta do to much, yo' hoe gon' fuck on me just 'cause thе rollie
Fuck the weavе up off this bitch, she green and soft like guacamole
[Verse 1]
Niggas claimin' that they demons, I'm gon' give 'em sum' holy
Four five make him go fast, this nine'll make him die slowly
Hoe claim that I fuck wit' her, that hoe cap, I don't know her
[?] inside these bullets, I hit his ass he leaned over
This lil' hoe here give me a headache, I ain't tryna deal wit' her
I'm gon' fuck ya' then I'll block you, I'm sorry if ya' feel bitter
Nigga tryna play me like I'm green, I look like a dill pickle?
Nigga must don't know 'fore this rap shit Tony was a real hitter
I call my ARP a lama 'cause that bitch a real spitter
I play ring around the rosy then grew up a real spinner
Hell nah we not from Jamaica, but we all some real niggas
Hoe can say whatever she say, I don't give no fuck, I still hit her
Four five with the fuckin' switchy, can't even see it, this bitch invisible
And spin shit just like a ritual, we hit him three, got left in critical
Only thing that he gon' fight is bullets, nigga let's get physical
In this bitch boy you do what I say, my rule go like the principal
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