[Chorus: heygwuapo]
Bossed up I had to clutch my fucking Glock first
This bitch too much of a issue so I dropped her
Remember I had pistol heat inside my locker
I sip so much god damn drank I need a doctor
Is it tris? Or wock?
Go ahead let me know right now
[Verse 1: heygwuapo]
Holding stick till the sun goes down
And ya clique on the run right now
And ya bitch tryna fuck right now
Ye-Yeah, pull my gun right out
Had to clutch my ARP
Put a bullet through ya lung right now
In the stu going dumb right now
Oh I was in the v8 just hopped right out
I'm a young nigga straight from the south
I could tell niggas just what I'm about
I can tell niggas not what they seem but they do grimy shit for clout
I just spent 500 on these jeans I put my money where my mouth at
[Verse 2: Lilmh]
I count up in large amounts yeah
I fell up on my face, came up off the ground yeah
Pussy talking shit air him with 100 rounds yеah
My gang pushing bricks, we just moved 100 pounds yeah
(Yеah)
What's in my lungs? That's that ganja
These rappers is my kids I ain't finna adopt em
You don't got money for the verse that's not my problem
It's way easier for my mental to just block em
Ok lets go, tryna hit a stain I'm with it
Pussy boy talk we shoot at his fitted
Feel like Kay Flock if you see me in real life boy you better not run, don't trip
Bitch suck me up I do not kiss
I feel like a rockstar I shoulda joined KISS
Got a G19 on my mufuckin hip
Like a zaza blunt it come through hitting
Bossed up I had to clutch my fucking Glock first
This bitch too much of a issue so I dropped her
Remember I had pistol heat inside my locker
I sip so much god damn drank I need a doctor
Is it tris? Or wock?
Go ahead let me know right now
[Verse 1: heygwuapo]
Holding stick till the sun goes down
And ya clique on the run right now
And ya bitch tryna fuck right now
Ye-Yeah, pull my gun right out
Had to clutch my ARP
Put a bullet through ya lung right now
In the stu going dumb right now
Oh I was in the v8 just hopped right out
I'm a young nigga straight from the south
I could tell niggas just what I'm about
I can tell niggas not what they seem but they do grimy shit for clout
I just spent 500 on these jeans I put my money where my mouth at
[Verse 2: Lilmh]
I count up in large amounts yeah
I fell up on my face, came up off the ground yeah
Pussy talking shit air him with 100 rounds yеah
My gang pushing bricks, we just moved 100 pounds yeah
(Yеah)
What's in my lungs? That's that ganja
These rappers is my kids I ain't finna adopt em
You don't got money for the verse that's not my problem
It's way easier for my mental to just block em
Ok lets go, tryna hit a stain I'm with it
Pussy boy talk we shoot at his fitted
Feel like Kay Flock if you see me in real life boy you better not run, don't trip
Bitch suck me up I do not kiss
I feel like a rockstar I shoulda joined KISS
Got a G19 on my mufuckin hip
Like a zaza blunt it come through hitting
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