[Chorus]
I ain't see his face but he got on a bad fit, so we still blitz
If he runnin', we did all that for none
We chase and hawk 'em to make sure he still drenched
(Grrah, tha, tha, tha, tha, tha , tha , tha , tha , tha)
I be bussin', on the Glock got a fun switch
Yeah, I'm lit but I'm still on that dumb shit
That be like, "Brodie chill out"
Buy mama a house but I keep tryna bun shit
My niggas ain't known for no running
But killers and robbers, yeah, that's what I run wit'
Oh, you wanna ride wit' the Drench?
Pull up on some [?], we could have fun with
His face lookin' real familiar
He asked too much question, who the fuck is son wit'?
[Verse]
Opp's tryna get the up's on me but they never dеliver (UPS)
I don't want your love, I don't want your trust, I just need me a YC spinnеr
If she suckin' like she a beginner, then I just gotta hit her and spin her
Too much 'Migos gon' fuck up my liver
If the bartender bad I might tip her
Ain't no more sittin' on the block 'cause we on a different flex
If you want different results then you gotta take different steps
Keep that lil' strap, I rather a MAC 'cause it make a different mess
Hell yeah, I'ma slide for a diss track, niggas got different less
Trucks drive-by playin' my shit
I just wish they would stay off my dick
Still do a hit, even though I'm lit, AR never been a bitch
New slips, shordy sink ships, that's why I'm ridin' doley in this whip
I don't care who wit' it, anybody get it, they ain't stop makin' guns when they made your grip
(No, they ain't stop makin' guns when they made your grip)
You might be losin', you might need to get a grip
Oh, it's lit? I'm comin' wit' Drench and you know that we fully equiped
On parole but I signed up for this shit, you know I'm takin' that risk
Steppers where steppers get stepped on
Dripping on [?], I'm [?]
Four-pounds the only weight I be lifting
So who you think you gon' flex on?
I was that nigga, creepin' in them cars, tryna pop-out the sunroof
I mastered the art that they call war, shit, I feel like Sun Tzu
We steppin' like, one-two, but we still fuck wit' 1-2
Lil' bitch better not step out of bounds
Bitches get bunt too
I heard he keep it and he doin' his thing
But I keep a gun too
Heard he get a kick out of shooting them things
Well I'm tryna have fun too
[?] wit' me keep a gun too
Beanz wit' me keep a gun too
Who the fuck is he gon' run to?
Flock wit' it, he'll slump you
[?] comin', yeah, that's trouble
They cannot get wit' the Drench
Bendin' his shit, on that block doin' dumb moves
I ain't see his face but he got on a bad fit, so we still blitz
If he runnin', we did all that for none
We chase and hawk 'em to make sure he still drenched
(Grrah, tha, tha, tha, tha, tha , tha , tha , tha , tha)
I be bussin', on the Glock got a fun switch
Yeah, I'm lit but I'm still on that dumb shit
That be like, "Brodie chill out"
Buy mama a house but I keep tryna bun shit
My niggas ain't known for no running
But killers and robbers, yeah, that's what I run wit'
Oh, you wanna ride wit' the Drench?
Pull up on some [?], we could have fun with
His face lookin' real familiar
He asked too much question, who the fuck is son wit'?
[Verse]
Opp's tryna get the up's on me but they never dеliver (UPS)
I don't want your love, I don't want your trust, I just need me a YC spinnеr
If she suckin' like she a beginner, then I just gotta hit her and spin her
Too much 'Migos gon' fuck up my liver
If the bartender bad I might tip her
Ain't no more sittin' on the block 'cause we on a different flex
If you want different results then you gotta take different steps
Keep that lil' strap, I rather a MAC 'cause it make a different mess
Hell yeah, I'ma slide for a diss track, niggas got different less
Trucks drive-by playin' my shit
I just wish they would stay off my dick
Still do a hit, even though I'm lit, AR never been a bitch
New slips, shordy sink ships, that's why I'm ridin' doley in this whip
I don't care who wit' it, anybody get it, they ain't stop makin' guns when they made your grip
(No, they ain't stop makin' guns when they made your grip)
You might be losin', you might need to get a grip
Oh, it's lit? I'm comin' wit' Drench and you know that we fully equiped
On parole but I signed up for this shit, you know I'm takin' that risk
Steppers where steppers get stepped on
Dripping on [?], I'm [?]
Four-pounds the only weight I be lifting
So who you think you gon' flex on?
I was that nigga, creepin' in them cars, tryna pop-out the sunroof
I mastered the art that they call war, shit, I feel like Sun Tzu
We steppin' like, one-two, but we still fuck wit' 1-2
Lil' bitch better not step out of bounds
Bitches get bunt too
I heard he keep it and he doin' his thing
But I keep a gun too
Heard he get a kick out of shooting them things
Well I'm tryna have fun too
[?] wit' me keep a gun too
Beanz wit' me keep a gun too
Who the fuck is he gon' run to?
Flock wit' it, he'll slump you
[?] comin', yeah, that's trouble
They cannot get wit' the Drench
Bendin' his shit, on that block doin' dumb moves
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