[Verse]
Exotic weed, exotic Glocks, niggas never sent the shot, them pussies never spin my block
Hop out the car with a big ass chop, we puttin his bitch ass right on Fox
Fuckin this bitch from they side of town, I give her dick, she send a drop
Startin to believe my opps, them niggas don't slide, I think they guns be props
Tryna go 9 to 5, them niggas gon die, they better not punch the clock
We just bought more straps tryna see who next, don't get caught on that block
Back on that spot and we got him again, change spot, the opps know how we rock
She shakin ass on top of the car, but all that stopped when she heard that fah
Opps outside when I spin that Benz, finna call up Buzz and swap out cars
Fell on the ground, I knew he was hit, blue switch, kept shootin, he yellin ahh
Ever seen a shooter finna blow, nigga, I'm a shootin star
Rap niggas wanna diss, I'm not no rapper, won't go bar for bar
Ra[?] scope the scene, bro parked the car, walk up like grah grah
Opp niggas ain't no shooters, just some hoopers, niggas act like jock
Posting foenem guns, ain't caught no hat, nigga, who the fuck you shot?
Opps in jail with bails, gettin beat in cells, they main bitch givin twat
556 and 223s, we tote some shit they got on swat
I know a nigga who died with his gun and I know one went out blowin chop
Post too much on the gram, got lil folks slammed and my big cousin locked
Opp nigga made a post, hour later he smoked, I know that got him hot
You can get shot in the face or put in the grave for tryna dickride my opps
Tryna play hide and seek, get caught, we creep, I don't care if you ready or not
Puttin my pain in songs, gettin opp niggas gone, we do that shit a lot
Ride round town through the opps shit like it's legal in a stolen car
12 tryna get behind, this bitch high speed, four switches in his car
Lil folks dog the straight, can't throw these blicks, cause these some brand new Glocks
Bitch ass niggas don't like us for no reason, we up on all the opps
We spank ass for sure, hit more than four, bitch, we get niggas got it
Fuck all my opps, they goin to hell when they die, I hope them niggas rot
Really done went on hits and blew my blick, this shit these niggas not
Turnt the opps to strains and ran up bands, my pockets filled with knots
Get in the stu and rap on beats for fun, we got this shit on lock
Knew I was goin to jail when I was a kid, I was tryna be like my pops
Every time I go to sleep, I'm wakin up to some new wannabe ass opps
We ain't never ducked the wreck, or ducked the smoke, just duck the feds and cops
Exotic weed, exotic Glocks, niggas never sent the shot, them pussies never spin my block
Hop out the car with a big ass chop, we puttin his bitch ass right on Fox
Fuckin this bitch from they side of town, I give her dick, she send a drop
Startin to believe my opps, them niggas don't slide, I think they guns be props
Tryna go 9 to 5, them niggas gon die, they better not punch the clock
We just bought more straps tryna see who next, don't get caught on that block
Back on that spot and we got him again, change spot, the opps know how we rock
She shakin ass on top of the car, but all that stopped when she heard that fah
Opps outside when I spin that Benz, finna call up Buzz and swap out cars
Fell on the ground, I knew he was hit, blue switch, kept shootin, he yellin ahh
Ever seen a shooter finna blow, nigga, I'm a shootin star
Rap niggas wanna diss, I'm not no rapper, won't go bar for bar
Ra[?] scope the scene, bro parked the car, walk up like grah grah
Opp niggas ain't no shooters, just some hoopers, niggas act like jock
Posting foenem guns, ain't caught no hat, nigga, who the fuck you shot?
Opps in jail with bails, gettin beat in cells, they main bitch givin twat
556 and 223s, we tote some shit they got on swat
I know a nigga who died with his gun and I know one went out blowin chop
Post too much on the gram, got lil folks slammed and my big cousin locked
Opp nigga made a post, hour later he smoked, I know that got him hot
You can get shot in the face or put in the grave for tryna dickride my opps
Tryna play hide and seek, get caught, we creep, I don't care if you ready or not
Puttin my pain in songs, gettin opp niggas gone, we do that shit a lot
Ride round town through the opps shit like it's legal in a stolen car
12 tryna get behind, this bitch high speed, four switches in his car
Lil folks dog the straight, can't throw these blicks, cause these some brand new Glocks
Bitch ass niggas don't like us for no reason, we up on all the opps
We spank ass for sure, hit more than four, bitch, we get niggas got it
Fuck all my opps, they goin to hell when they die, I hope them niggas rot
Really done went on hits and blew my blick, this shit these niggas not
Turnt the opps to strains and ran up bands, my pockets filled with knots
Get in the stu and rap on beats for fun, we got this shit on lock
Knew I was goin to jail when I was a kid, I was tryna be like my pops
Every time I go to sleep, I'm wakin up to some new wannabe ass opps
We ain't never ducked the wreck, or ducked the smoke, just duck the feds and cops
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