[Intro]
Vader Beats
All of these fuck niggas, niggas can't smoke with me
Nigga made a diss, but we only know him locally
Ayy, turn that shit up, MXTT
Trademark!
[Chorus]
All of these fuck niggas, niggas can't smoke with me
Nigga made a diss, but we only know him locally
Make him hokey poke, big chop, yeah totally
Trae Young range, ain't no motherfuckin' holdin' me
Nigga you illiterate, we don't know you socially
All gassed up, but he only so-so to me
Brodie he pretending, he ain't really who he s'posed to be
Dumb ass jit, roll him up, and smoke the weed, ayy
[Verse]
Ayy, wake up in the mornin', grab my Glock and my Rolls of weed
Cook him in thе [?] , DC workin' with the wizardry
Make the wrong movе, stupid nigga, meet your misery
Hot in the car with no style, drinkin' Hennessy
Pop in the cut, now that nigga getting jittery
George get away, got me feelin' like I'm Hillary
He ain't takin' out, we gon' get his ass delivery
Yeah, this is some trap shit, ladies and gents
38 baby, it make no sense
Red Robin young, pass that bitch, she assist
Pop out lil' bitch got her [?] on my lip
I treat that bitch like a dog, then I dip
What did he say? He gon' get hit
Boom, boom, boom, clap they ol' ass from they-
I need my money, its really that simple
Pop a [?], and nigga get popped like a pistol
Bang, niggas vanish, my niggas gon' triple
Go bezerk on your [?]
She 'bout to (Woo), she gon' pop at the whistle
Nigga stop tryna bite, you cannot get a nibble
Put money on his head and I sit back and get 'em
Go to sleep with my bible, my Henny, and pistol
Hold on, no [?], man that shit, she disgusting
She gon' give me that back end, please, no interruptions
We gon' [?], man no top of discussion
[?], lil bitch, we don't deal with no bluffin'
Baby got ass, got a whole lotta muffin
We just hopped on a jet, they know we up to somethin'
Get it over one time and this bitch keep stuffin'
Line 'em up, running man, run 'em, we rush
Foul on the play, niggas get slayed
Chains 'round my neck, bitch, I feel like a slave
Dumb, Dumb & Dumber, nigga you played
Oh, that nigga a buster, she dating Dave
Not an average Joe, we cannot trade
He played his cards, ace of the spades
And his pops is a bitch, that's the way that he made
Mask on my face, bitch, I feel like I'm Bane
Bitch, it's EA the sports 'cause this shit in the game
Lil nosey ass ho, nigga, stay in her lane
You a doggy lil ho, this bitch need to be trained
Hold on, my- This ØUTLAW the flame
This a Burbon, no, we do not whip round the same
This a big body, bitch, I can't stay in my lane
If the police pull us over, we gon' whip out the flame (Brr, brr, brr)
Vader Beats
All of these fuck niggas, niggas can't smoke with me
Nigga made a diss, but we only know him locally
Ayy, turn that shit up, MXTT
Trademark!
[Chorus]
All of these fuck niggas, niggas can't smoke with me
Nigga made a diss, but we only know him locally
Make him hokey poke, big chop, yeah totally
Trae Young range, ain't no motherfuckin' holdin' me
Nigga you illiterate, we don't know you socially
All gassed up, but he only so-so to me
Brodie he pretending, he ain't really who he s'posed to be
Dumb ass jit, roll him up, and smoke the weed, ayy
[Verse]
Ayy, wake up in the mornin', grab my Glock and my Rolls of weed
Cook him in thе [?] , DC workin' with the wizardry
Make the wrong movе, stupid nigga, meet your misery
Hot in the car with no style, drinkin' Hennessy
Pop in the cut, now that nigga getting jittery
George get away, got me feelin' like I'm Hillary
He ain't takin' out, we gon' get his ass delivery
Yeah, this is some trap shit, ladies and gents
38 baby, it make no sense
Red Robin young, pass that bitch, she assist
Pop out lil' bitch got her [?] on my lip
I treat that bitch like a dog, then I dip
What did he say? He gon' get hit
Boom, boom, boom, clap they ol' ass from they-
I need my money, its really that simple
Pop a [?], and nigga get popped like a pistol
Bang, niggas vanish, my niggas gon' triple
Go bezerk on your [?]
She 'bout to (Woo), she gon' pop at the whistle
Nigga stop tryna bite, you cannot get a nibble
Put money on his head and I sit back and get 'em
Go to sleep with my bible, my Henny, and pistol
Hold on, no [?], man that shit, she disgusting
She gon' give me that back end, please, no interruptions
We gon' [?], man no top of discussion
[?], lil bitch, we don't deal with no bluffin'
Baby got ass, got a whole lotta muffin
We just hopped on a jet, they know we up to somethin'
Get it over one time and this bitch keep stuffin'
Line 'em up, running man, run 'em, we rush
Foul on the play, niggas get slayed
Chains 'round my neck, bitch, I feel like a slave
Dumb, Dumb & Dumber, nigga you played
Oh, that nigga a buster, she dating Dave
Not an average Joe, we cannot trade
He played his cards, ace of the spades
And his pops is a bitch, that's the way that he made
Mask on my face, bitch, I feel like I'm Bane
Bitch, it's EA the sports 'cause this shit in the game
Lil nosey ass ho, nigga, stay in her lane
You a doggy lil ho, this bitch need to be trained
Hold on, my- This ØUTLAW the flame
This a Burbon, no, we do not whip round the same
This a big body, bitch, I can't stay in my lane
If the police pull us over, we gon' whip out the flame (Brr, brr, brr)
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