[Intro]
Who that right there?
(Daniel, you made this? Mhm)
[Verse]
Man, fuck all that shit, we gon' hop out the 'Rari
Won't die for some clout, we gon' stay out the mix (Rrah, rrah)
I was outside, not on live, me and bro, we had gave up the lo' and nobody had bent
We gon' hop in that ride, load up five in the tints
Bitch, we the reason you wasn't a lick
We ride 'round town, Glocks, ARs, 50s and 9s, shit came with a switch
Fah, fah, fah, we been gone [?]
I put that on mama, this shit not a skit
Oh, he ain't know we come through smoking choppers?
I put that on mama, we catch him, it's lit
Why that boy try to run like he slick? He dumb
7.62 bullets knock out his shit
I hang with some killers, they all tryna eat
Whеn we walk in McDonalds, we order a brick
I advisе you to ride, if you don't, you a bitch
That be some shit that you niggas don't get
Some of them broke, shit make me sick
How the fuck you gon' beef with a nigga that's rich?
Put that bag on his head, now he swim with the fish
Water, land, I'm tryna blitz
Oh, he gon' get 'em, we won't miss
For that fuck nigga slippin', I hit up the whip
Still ridin' 'round five percent on my tints
Some hoes say I still be trippin'
Them niggas die for doing all that dissin'
I see blood in my eyes, my vision is vivid
Send him to the sky, they ain't no lie
Still open [?], my Cartier glistening
My life, you cannot live, every time niggas die, they say that we did it
Yelling out, "4100," where your guns, lil' nigga? Hold forty-one sticks
Bend through Chester, just me and my dog
Cut off the engines and let off like six
I ain't showin' no love, bro knock 'em off
Pull up the car, we gon' hop out and finish
Once you cross that line, you ain't my dog
But fuck 'em all, they gon' pay as they wish
Oh, he tried to run? Run, Ricky, run
Go back to school if you don't got a gun
Pop-pop out the dark tryna leave something done
Running from them bullets, he better not jump
Hang out the window, double tap on the gun
We threw the beam on, he ran for his gun
Said she was trippin', now she tryna dump
Gun get to barking, I'm on a hunt
Who that right there?
(Daniel, you made this? Mhm)
[Verse]
Man, fuck all that shit, we gon' hop out the 'Rari
Won't die for some clout, we gon' stay out the mix (Rrah, rrah)
I was outside, not on live, me and bro, we had gave up the lo' and nobody had bent
We gon' hop in that ride, load up five in the tints
Bitch, we the reason you wasn't a lick
We ride 'round town, Glocks, ARs, 50s and 9s, shit came with a switch
Fah, fah, fah, we been gone [?]
I put that on mama, this shit not a skit
Oh, he ain't know we come through smoking choppers?
I put that on mama, we catch him, it's lit
Why that boy try to run like he slick? He dumb
7.62 bullets knock out his shit
I hang with some killers, they all tryna eat
Whеn we walk in McDonalds, we order a brick
I advisе you to ride, if you don't, you a bitch
That be some shit that you niggas don't get
Some of them broke, shit make me sick
How the fuck you gon' beef with a nigga that's rich?
Put that bag on his head, now he swim with the fish
Water, land, I'm tryna blitz
Oh, he gon' get 'em, we won't miss
For that fuck nigga slippin', I hit up the whip
Still ridin' 'round five percent on my tints
Some hoes say I still be trippin'
Them niggas die for doing all that dissin'
I see blood in my eyes, my vision is vivid
Send him to the sky, they ain't no lie
Still open [?], my Cartier glistening
My life, you cannot live, every time niggas die, they say that we did it
Yelling out, "4100," where your guns, lil' nigga? Hold forty-one sticks
Bend through Chester, just me and my dog
Cut off the engines and let off like six
I ain't showin' no love, bro knock 'em off
Pull up the car, we gon' hop out and finish
Once you cross that line, you ain't my dog
But fuck 'em all, they gon' pay as they wish
Oh, he tried to run? Run, Ricky, run
Go back to school if you don't got a gun
Pop-pop out the dark tryna leave something done
Running from them bullets, he better not jump
Hang out the window, double tap on the gun
We threw the beam on, he ran for his gun
Said she was trippin', now she tryna dump
Gun get to barking, I'm on a hunt
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