[Intro]
Whatever happened to the boy that I once knew? (Ooh, Sav killed it)
The boy who said he'd be true?
Oh no, oh no
Oh, no, no, no, no, no
[Verse 1: Reek12Hunnit]
DOA, dead on arrival, when we meet
We the face arrangers, pop right out that cut, put shit to sleep
On that block, that's a opp, bro tap that switch, and watch it tweak
We got different Glocks, for all these different opps, claimin' this beef
He flipped in that car, he hopped off fast, man he ain't a goner
We gon' sell like nine right on the 9, but that's what it took, we caught 'em
Bro checked up thе side, don't check the app, yеah this shit gettin' normal
You fuck with that side, we hit ya block, Hondo, this shit torchin'
You gon' blame the trollin' for the passin' of the dead, bitch watch ya mouth
We them youngins that hop out and stand on biz, get that drop
'Cause he was thinkin' with his dick, that's what it is, we get over
I know they mad cause what's his name got put to bed
[Verse 2: Ybcdul]
12 did the race, they had 'em stuck in the crib, he still escape
We the ones that's crackin' tacos on tape
I just flew twenty P's thru thirty states (How the fuck I send twenty P's?)
30 on my neck, that shit dancin'
Let a nigga tryn' reach, he gettin' zipped up
I'm just tryn' drill, ten deep out the Burban truck
How you in the streets, nigga, you ain't never heard of us?
Bro put a switchy on the pound, that shit quick on the burner bus
I'm in love with money, I see the cash, I just get a rush
Lil bitch on my ass, she keep beggin' me for different stuff
I got time for no bitch, I just wanna bust a nut
I was servin' niggas all day, my pockets got the lunch
Brought this Wock to the crib, all the bros said they got hum
I mix the Buddy with the Frow, that shit bang harder than Runtz
Whatever happened to the boy that I once knew? (Ooh, Sav killed it)
The boy who said he'd be true?
Oh no, oh no
Oh, no, no, no, no, no
[Verse 1: Reek12Hunnit]
DOA, dead on arrival, when we meet
We the face arrangers, pop right out that cut, put shit to sleep
On that block, that's a opp, bro tap that switch, and watch it tweak
We got different Glocks, for all these different opps, claimin' this beef
He flipped in that car, he hopped off fast, man he ain't a goner
We gon' sell like nine right on the 9, but that's what it took, we caught 'em
Bro checked up thе side, don't check the app, yеah this shit gettin' normal
You fuck with that side, we hit ya block, Hondo, this shit torchin'
You gon' blame the trollin' for the passin' of the dead, bitch watch ya mouth
We them youngins that hop out and stand on biz, get that drop
'Cause he was thinkin' with his dick, that's what it is, we get over
I know they mad cause what's his name got put to bed
[Verse 2: Ybcdul]
12 did the race, they had 'em stuck in the crib, he still escape
We the ones that's crackin' tacos on tape
I just flew twenty P's thru thirty states (How the fuck I send twenty P's?)
30 on my neck, that shit dancin'
Let a nigga tryn' reach, he gettin' zipped up
I'm just tryn' drill, ten deep out the Burban truck
How you in the streets, nigga, you ain't never heard of us?
Bro put a switchy on the pound, that shit quick on the burner bus
I'm in love with money, I see the cash, I just get a rush
Lil bitch on my ass, she keep beggin' me for different stuff
I got time for no bitch, I just wanna bust a nut
I was servin' niggas all day, my pockets got the lunch
Brought this Wock to the crib, all the bros said they got hum
I mix the Buddy with the Frow, that shit bang harder than Runtz
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