Stupid Sugarhill Ddot

[Intro]
Grrah, grrah (Db, did you make this banger?)
Grrah, grrah, boom, nigga
R.I.P. Notti, nigga (tthatsnasty)
R.I.P. Dot, R.I.P. John Wicc, y'all already know the fuckin’ vibes (Yo, Lucas, you heard?)
Grrah, grrah
Grrah, grrah

[Chorus]
Yeah, I'm back on that bullshit
See an opp and you know I'ma lose it
R.I.P. Notti, you know that’s fact, if you talk on the guys, then you know that you stupid (Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, boom)
Oh, they think that we care about the fame?
No, we on court tryna let somethin' bang (Yes)
No more free Banga, you know that's the macket (Grrah)
Better ask what happened to the last kid (On bro)
Like, I can name hella blocks that we went (Grrah)
Nigga, Lotti should've never bent (Word to my—)
If that was the case (Grrah, grrah), I'm not gon' say no names, but that nigga should've never ran (Grrah, grrah)
On that block postеd on five-oh
Talk on Dotty, I'm takin’ your soul (Word to my—)
Like, double hand whеn I shoot on the pole (Grrah, grrah)
Tell lil’ Dudey to throw, he gon' throw, like (Boom, boom, boom)

[Verse]
Hella knocks on the scene
When they see me, they do not compete
Like, yeah, they know I’m a bread getter
Sugar Hill get the money, I always stay fleek, like (Baow, baow)
I told B Hound like, "Bro, get the wheel" (On bro)
He like, "Fuck it, let's go on a drill" (Grrah, grrah)
I'm like, "Fuck it, let's aim for the kill" (Grrah, grrah)
See one of them niggas they dying for real (Grrah, grrah, boom)