[Intro]
(Pay the guy)
[Chorus: WizDaWizard]
Stepping through blood puddles, gunfights every night
Lurk, look for my mans, I see him, it's on sight
Know I stay prayed up, them angels, they over me
Gotta stay lowkey, the feds, they onto me
Mama be praying for me, you know that she love a G
Stay riding with it, nigga, that chopper stay close to me
Stay riding with it, nigga, that chopper stay close to me
Won't let 'em bury me, no I won't let 'em bury me, no
[Verse 1: Kodak Black]
I never had a job, I put the Drac' to work
The only way you'll kill me is if you sell me a fake Perc'
I'm sliding through Lake Worth, bеnding and politicking
Trying to stay out the hood, but I love me somе Broward bitches
Skeletons in my closet, gunpowder in my dreads
Back and forth with the dead, that's how I got to play it
And I got heavy motion, geeking and pistol toting
I just be kutthroating, pussy getting bust open
[Verse 2: Wam SpinThaBin]
Sliding with a MAC, tryna do a nigga dirty (Dirty)
And we only tote brooms, Wam, we don't spin with no thirties (Thirties)
And bitch, I never miss (Miss), magic, I shoot like Curry (Curry)
Nigga itchin' for some fame (Fame), I'ma go make you a jersey (Jersey)
Bounce out with this K (K), put a nigga on the news (News)
Nigga, check the stats (Yeah), we sent shit to the Moon
And we got all the chops, nigga, we got all the blues
We bend all the blocks, we knock niggas out they shoes
(Pay the guy)
[Chorus: WizDaWizard]
Stepping through blood puddles, gunfights every night
Lurk, look for my mans, I see him, it's on sight
Know I stay prayed up, them angels, they over me
Gotta stay lowkey, the feds, they onto me
Mama be praying for me, you know that she love a G
Stay riding with it, nigga, that chopper stay close to me
Stay riding with it, nigga, that chopper stay close to me
Won't let 'em bury me, no I won't let 'em bury me, no
[Verse 1: Kodak Black]
I never had a job, I put the Drac' to work
The only way you'll kill me is if you sell me a fake Perc'
I'm sliding through Lake Worth, bеnding and politicking
Trying to stay out the hood, but I love me somе Broward bitches
Skeletons in my closet, gunpowder in my dreads
Back and forth with the dead, that's how I got to play it
And I got heavy motion, geeking and pistol toting
I just be kutthroating, pussy getting bust open
[Verse 2: Wam SpinThaBin]
Sliding with a MAC, tryna do a nigga dirty (Dirty)
And we only tote brooms, Wam, we don't spin with no thirties (Thirties)
And bitch, I never miss (Miss), magic, I shoot like Curry (Curry)
Nigga itchin' for some fame (Fame), I'ma go make you a jersey (Jersey)
Bounce out with this K (K), put a nigga on the news (News)
Nigga, check the stats (Yeah), we sent shit to the Moon
And we got all the chops, nigga, we got all the blues
We bend all the blocks, we knock niggas out they shoes
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