[Verse 1: Lil Dre6o]
I cannot switch on the bros at all, only the gang, know it's just us
If I got somethin' to do, then I'm makin' her leave, I'ma make her go in a rush
She don't wanna be P, I'm tellin' the ho sit down, I don't wanna hear you talk, just hush
Niggas be mad 'cause we turn they partners to ashes, don't give a fuck about that dust
See you outside, uh-uh, no clutch, might fuck around, shoot off the rip
I'm knowin' she goin', these hoes ain't solid to nobody, why the fuck would I trip? (Nah, for real, on God)
Ain't trippin' 'bout shit, uh-uh
He scram with twenty, I hit, nah-nah (YCOE)
If it's up, then it's smoke, shit stick like gum
It's a murder on an opp, want him dead, red rum
[Verse 2: Lil Rae]
First nigga play, off rip, gettin' flipped
I keep my fire on my hip
No suckers allowed, just thе bros in here
That pussy wet, it got grip
I had to fuck around and block thе lil' ho number while she typin'
Spent thirteen hundred on these Amiri jeans, the fuck I look like fightin'?
Hit her from the side, then grip her neck, I know that's how she like it
She the main one in my view, man, I know that shawty like me
Mix it, pour Wock' in my Sprite, Trish, my third cup tonight
I told DG that I got him, foe, we is gon' be alright
[Verse 3: RaqBaby]
Can't name a ho I'm lovin', me and gang fuck on all these hoes
Niggas know I'm rich as hell, still fuck a bitch with chains on
This a rich-nigga fight, had to knock him out with my diamond rings on
I just blew at an opp, the fuck I look like doin' a pain song?
Stop cappin', lil' nigga, we ain't duckin' shit
Want me dead, then suck a dick
We come through, we got niggas tuckin' blicks
Put a Glock to his face, we don't buck for shit
Could've been signed some paperwork right now, I ain't rushin' shit
Know some niggas that need to put Glock down, you ain't bustin' shit
I cannot switch on the bros at all, only the gang, know it's just us
If I got somethin' to do, then I'm makin' her leave, I'ma make her go in a rush
She don't wanna be P, I'm tellin' the ho sit down, I don't wanna hear you talk, just hush
Niggas be mad 'cause we turn they partners to ashes, don't give a fuck about that dust
See you outside, uh-uh, no clutch, might fuck around, shoot off the rip
I'm knowin' she goin', these hoes ain't solid to nobody, why the fuck would I trip? (Nah, for real, on God)
Ain't trippin' 'bout shit, uh-uh
He scram with twenty, I hit, nah-nah (YCOE)
If it's up, then it's smoke, shit stick like gum
It's a murder on an opp, want him dead, red rum
[Verse 2: Lil Rae]
First nigga play, off rip, gettin' flipped
I keep my fire on my hip
No suckers allowed, just thе bros in here
That pussy wet, it got grip
I had to fuck around and block thе lil' ho number while she typin'
Spent thirteen hundred on these Amiri jeans, the fuck I look like fightin'?
Hit her from the side, then grip her neck, I know that's how she like it
She the main one in my view, man, I know that shawty like me
Mix it, pour Wock' in my Sprite, Trish, my third cup tonight
I told DG that I got him, foe, we is gon' be alright
[Verse 3: RaqBaby]
Can't name a ho I'm lovin', me and gang fuck on all these hoes
Niggas know I'm rich as hell, still fuck a bitch with chains on
This a rich-nigga fight, had to knock him out with my diamond rings on
I just blew at an opp, the fuck I look like doin' a pain song?
Stop cappin', lil' nigga, we ain't duckin' shit
Want me dead, then suck a dick
We come through, we got niggas tuckin' blicks
Put a Glock to his face, we don't buck for shit
Could've been signed some paperwork right now, I ain't rushin' shit
Know some niggas that need to put Glock down, you ain't bustin' shit
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