[Intro]
(Damn, Four3va)
[Chorus]
I like to get off first, we quick to step on shit 'cause dyin' ain't an option
I'm on some fly-nigga shit, can't find nothin' I'm rockin', it come out an auction
I'll forever say fuck my opps, I'm a young nigga poppin', put shit in my coffin
Big-boy 40, jean shorts, that's a rich-stepper concoction
Young fly nigga, I ain't worried 'bout an opper
These niggas cliquin', we slangin' these choppers
These niggas broke, give a fuck 'bout a diss song
Give 'em that belt, these niggas be copies
I don't never see one of these broke-ass niggas in the bank when I make a deposit
I can name an opp who tote a G2C, but ain't got a wallet
[Verse]
Nigga worried 'bout Key, I'm probably somewhere in a white ho pocket
Probably gettin' paid, haters worryin' 'bout gang, we somewhere poppin' shit
Bad shit droppin' lo', throw it back, tryna see how high we get
These motherfuckers go wrong, they try to bump down, gon' hit his car and spit
Pretty ho, nice waist, fat butt, I fuck her good every time that she act up
Freaky lil' slut slob on a nigga nut, we get lit when we fuck, put a Perc' in her butt
Opp bitch say she'll drop a dot if she cum
Car tinted, pushed up, niggas know what I'm on
One of my opps a shooter, but fuck on kids, he new-age Karl Malone
Rockin' a 'stache in 2024 insane, what the fuck is he on?
I been spendin' too much paper, gotta buy a basement for my clothes
Niggas be goin' out bad and broke for bitches, these niggas be hoes
These niggas want me dead, I'm sendin' headshots everywhere at the goal
(Damn, Four3va)
[Chorus]
I like to get off first, we quick to step on shit 'cause dyin' ain't an option
I'm on some fly-nigga shit, can't find nothin' I'm rockin', it come out an auction
I'll forever say fuck my opps, I'm a young nigga poppin', put shit in my coffin
Big-boy 40, jean shorts, that's a rich-stepper concoction
Young fly nigga, I ain't worried 'bout an opper
These niggas cliquin', we slangin' these choppers
These niggas broke, give a fuck 'bout a diss song
Give 'em that belt, these niggas be copies
I don't never see one of these broke-ass niggas in the bank when I make a deposit
I can name an opp who tote a G2C, but ain't got a wallet
[Verse]
Nigga worried 'bout Key, I'm probably somewhere in a white ho pocket
Probably gettin' paid, haters worryin' 'bout gang, we somewhere poppin' shit
Bad shit droppin' lo', throw it back, tryna see how high we get
These motherfuckers go wrong, they try to bump down, gon' hit his car and spit
Pretty ho, nice waist, fat butt, I fuck her good every time that she act up
Freaky lil' slut slob on a nigga nut, we get lit when we fuck, put a Perc' in her butt
Opp bitch say she'll drop a dot if she cum
Car tinted, pushed up, niggas know what I'm on
One of my opps a shooter, but fuck on kids, he new-age Karl Malone
Rockin' a 'stache in 2024 insane, what the fuck is he on?
I been spendin' too much paper, gotta buy a basement for my clothes
Niggas be goin' out bad and broke for bitches, these niggas be hoes
These niggas want me dead, I'm sendin' headshots everywhere at the goal
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