[Hook: chanelfather]
We run that shit up fast, but bitch you runnin' slow
I be smokin' on that gas, holy shit I'm fucking stoned
He come with that [?], and that choppa finna blow
We all know, that boy he ain't got no hoes
I just got my passport, catch me out in Soho
We got guns all up in the task force, bitch I still run that fo-fo
You still rockin' Off-White, pussy that's a no-no
I had to go MIA, I been on some shit that they don't know
[Verse 1: chanelfather]
Got that DMR and that shit got a fuckin' scope
They gon' listen to me speak like I the mother fuckin' Pope
Got a [?]
Shot down, choppa eat him like some custard
Talkin' all that shit, but lil' boy go get yo bucks up
Had to hit up shawty, cuz I'm tryna get sucked up
Pop a couple pills, cuz I'm tryna get fucked up
Yeah, I don't need no fucking promo cuz I know that I'm the best
I said, "[?] on that thrax pack, feel it in my chest"
Take a flight out to LA, you know I had to go out West
I can't fuck with none of y'all, all y'all be some fuckin' pеsts
You know if there's a problem, that shit gеt addressed
[Verse 2: funeral]
Yeah that shit get addressed
Aim for the head, boy, fuck a vest
See what you got boy, unimpressed
No you gettin' mad, pussy, is you pressed?
Sayin' that shit with yo chest
I'm a [?]
Cuss up on his neck
I wrap it up, we finished
I'm in the whip, and this bitch is in it, uh
I asked lil' shawty what she wanna do and she said she want me up in it, uh
Oh shit, I guess that's that
I take his bitch, and he can't get it back
Fuckin that motherfucker, where's you at?
He let me do it, where the fuck he at?
We run that shit up fast, but bitch you runnin' slow
I be smokin' on that gas, holy shit I'm fucking stoned
He come with that [?], and that choppa finna blow
We all know, that boy he ain't got no hoes
I just got my passport, catch me out in Soho
We got guns all up in the task force, bitch I still run that fo-fo
You still rockin' Off-White, pussy that's a no-no
I had to go MIA, I been on some shit that they don't know
[Verse 1: chanelfather]
Got that DMR and that shit got a fuckin' scope
They gon' listen to me speak like I the mother fuckin' Pope
Got a [?]
Shot down, choppa eat him like some custard
Talkin' all that shit, but lil' boy go get yo bucks up
Had to hit up shawty, cuz I'm tryna get sucked up
Pop a couple pills, cuz I'm tryna get fucked up
Yeah, I don't need no fucking promo cuz I know that I'm the best
I said, "[?] on that thrax pack, feel it in my chest"
Take a flight out to LA, you know I had to go out West
I can't fuck with none of y'all, all y'all be some fuckin' pеsts
You know if there's a problem, that shit gеt addressed
[Verse 2: funeral]
Yeah that shit get addressed
Aim for the head, boy, fuck a vest
See what you got boy, unimpressed
No you gettin' mad, pussy, is you pressed?
Sayin' that shit with yo chest
I'm a [?]
Cuss up on his neck
I wrap it up, we finished
I'm in the whip, and this bitch is in it, uh
I asked lil' shawty what she wanna do and she said she want me up in it, uh
Oh shit, I guess that's that
I take his bitch, and he can't get it back
Fuckin that motherfucker, where's you at?
He let me do it, where the fuck he at?
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