[Intro]
(Tahj Money)
(Dmac on the fucking track)
[Chorus: Blac Youngsta]
Frr-frr, fuckin' with my gang, you get your shooters shot
Commissary, he got put on max since he was super hot
Pussy nigga, you might tie your shoes but you don't shoot your Glock
Real nigga, I might fuck your bitch and make you super hot
Frr-frr, fuckin' with my gang, you get your shooters shot
Commissary, he got put on max since he was super hot
Pussy nigga, you might tie your shoes but you don't shoot your Glock (Yeah)
Real nigga, I might fuck your bitch and make you super hot (Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh)
[Verse 1: Moneybagg Yo]
Fuck nigga, I don't tussle, I'll shoot you 'cause I'm impulsive (Bah)
Ridin' with a controlled substance that can get me in trouble
Made a play for fifty in the Bentley with a head hunter (Thot)
You press charges, I press buttons, stеroids, real muscle
Uh, uh, took his bitch, slut her out, ooh, hе mad now (Ha)
Hundreds in my front and back pockets, I'm on they ass now (I'ma smack)
HiTech in my carry-on, full of red on a red eye (High)
If they went against me, they either broke or they dead now (Bitch)
Gotta know your shooter's background, can't just be stampin' me
Infiniti Q50 with choppers, that's what the steppers in
I fuck you then dismiss you, man, my heart don't be for every bitch (Can't)
Ridin' with that heat, 300 Blackout with a cooling kit (Brr, brr)
(Tahj Money)
(Dmac on the fucking track)
[Chorus: Blac Youngsta]
Frr-frr, fuckin' with my gang, you get your shooters shot
Commissary, he got put on max since he was super hot
Pussy nigga, you might tie your shoes but you don't shoot your Glock
Real nigga, I might fuck your bitch and make you super hot
Frr-frr, fuckin' with my gang, you get your shooters shot
Commissary, he got put on max since he was super hot
Pussy nigga, you might tie your shoes but you don't shoot your Glock (Yeah)
Real nigga, I might fuck your bitch and make you super hot (Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh)
[Verse 1: Moneybagg Yo]
Fuck nigga, I don't tussle, I'll shoot you 'cause I'm impulsive (Bah)
Ridin' with a controlled substance that can get me in trouble
Made a play for fifty in the Bentley with a head hunter (Thot)
You press charges, I press buttons, stеroids, real muscle
Uh, uh, took his bitch, slut her out, ooh, hе mad now (Ha)
Hundreds in my front and back pockets, I'm on they ass now (I'ma smack)
HiTech in my carry-on, full of red on a red eye (High)
If they went against me, they either broke or they dead now (Bitch)
Gotta know your shooter's background, can't just be stampin' me
Infiniti Q50 with choppers, that's what the steppers in
I fuck you then dismiss you, man, my heart don't be for every bitch (Can't)
Ridin' with that heat, 300 Blackout with a cooling kit (Brr, brr)
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