[Intro]
(I need to speak to Mike Laury)
(Yeah, you got Mike Laury)
What you on, foe?
(Dubba-AA flex)
You already know, nigga, we tote big Glocks, be like Yamaha
Four-five shit, nigga, yeah, yeah (Winning lottery numbers coming up)
Big slime
[Chorus]
Pulled up and I was stuntin' on Forgiato wheels
They ain’t even have to question 'cause they knowin' who it is
Probably got my son up in this bitch, a dirty stick, I’m full of pills
Oh, you can run and talk that shit, you gon' get stretched before this year end (This is the sound)
Okay, pop a ten, free Lil Ten, killin'
That's where I'm at, right in that North where I'm known as murder man
Okay, my mama told me pop my shit and do my dance, I did
Dirty stick whilе I'm in this bitch on six Xans
[Verse 1]
This for my grandfather, I told him I'll never mеss up, no
He tell me keep my burner on me, make sure my money long
Heart hurtin’ bad, thinking ’bout Ten, no date on coming home
Phat Black been in and out, got a new case, just want me to get it gone
This for my system niggas, I ain't see Natty Kid in a minute
Over seven times, never seen my shooter, real gravedigger, contract business
Better tell ’em I'll zip them niggas, hanging out that Escalade with that Ruger
Talking to my mama 'bout what they claimin', while she saying, "Fuck ’em, tell a bitch prove it"
Don dada, boss man, they don't wanna do it (They don't wanna do it, baow)
Hanging out the window, I ain't even tuck my chain (Baow, baow, baow), like, yeah, bitch, how you wanna do it?
(I need to speak to Mike Laury)
(Yeah, you got Mike Laury)
What you on, foe?
(Dubba-AA flex)
You already know, nigga, we tote big Glocks, be like Yamaha
Four-five shit, nigga, yeah, yeah (Winning lottery numbers coming up)
Big slime
[Chorus]
Pulled up and I was stuntin' on Forgiato wheels
They ain’t even have to question 'cause they knowin' who it is
Probably got my son up in this bitch, a dirty stick, I’m full of pills
Oh, you can run and talk that shit, you gon' get stretched before this year end (This is the sound)
Okay, pop a ten, free Lil Ten, killin'
That's where I'm at, right in that North where I'm known as murder man
Okay, my mama told me pop my shit and do my dance, I did
Dirty stick whilе I'm in this bitch on six Xans
[Verse 1]
This for my grandfather, I told him I'll never mеss up, no
He tell me keep my burner on me, make sure my money long
Heart hurtin’ bad, thinking ’bout Ten, no date on coming home
Phat Black been in and out, got a new case, just want me to get it gone
This for my system niggas, I ain't see Natty Kid in a minute
Over seven times, never seen my shooter, real gravedigger, contract business
Better tell ’em I'll zip them niggas, hanging out that Escalade with that Ruger
Talking to my mama 'bout what they claimin', while she saying, "Fuck ’em, tell a bitch prove it"
Don dada, boss man, they don't wanna do it (They don't wanna do it, baow)
Hanging out the window, I ain't even tuck my chain (Baow, baow, baow), like, yeah, bitch, how you wanna do it?
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