[Intro]
Blrr, ha, ha, ha (Medusa got that pressure)
You know once it's up with us, it's stuck with us, you see what I'm saying? Yeah (You know that)
Glock four-five, it's hand-held (Boom, ha, thanks, Yakree), il' shawty be my ratchet, caught a baddie out my fan mail
Boom, baow, boom
[Pre-Chorus]
Oh-oh, he Rollin' (Baow)
Black rock through the cut, hundred round tryna rip them open (Baow)
Corner store, we let him post up, now he fully loaded (Ah, big thirty)
Thirty in my magazine, let's shoot it out 'bout bro
[Chorus]
Drag-drag racin' in a Hellcat like a NASCAR (NAS')
We be on some motion (Ha), run out, knock a fan off (Ha)
Audemars baguettes, you get 'em whacked, that's 'bout a hundred balls
Jump Out leave 'em stretched, I bet that choppa shoot a hundred yards
Two fiftiеs on this MAC, all black, we gon' knock 'em off
That lil' nigga on some Loc shit (Clatt), two hundrеd bottom of the soul
Not sorry that I got attached to Promethazine and Adderall (Ha, ha)
Kiyah, that's my new bitch, I got her on some blue shit
See what I'm sayin', I got the blueprint
[Verse 1]
Amiri denim dripping with it, cost me you can't fucking pay
Shot up my ex behind the ceiling 'cause this bitch don't love me, nigga
Shots fired off right by the building, I advised you not to play
5.56 and .308 rip up they block, then you get paid
New four-five Glock like Jump Out shake, that JOG, I'm Jump Out Gang
We break 'em down and bag 'em up, ran up a hundred in a day
Four in the morning, me and Buddha, all my jewelry on the haste
Lil' shawty foreign, she love to wrap my blue bandana 'round her face
Full master foreign, roll that opp pack in the air straight to the face
Backseat, I'm snorting off a Xanax, plus some pint of purple maple
That's my lil' homie on the corner serving rocks and bangin' A
Fans, they be trollin' like we hiding but we out totin' on eights
Mercedes stolen bend they block, then let off shots that new AK
I'm sipping potion, roll another dead opp straight to the face
I'm rockin' Comme des Garçons, got fed up, then caught a case
I bet that you won't make it home, his head bust and you get paid
Blrr, ha, ha, ha (Medusa got that pressure)
You know once it's up with us, it's stuck with us, you see what I'm saying? Yeah (You know that)
Glock four-five, it's hand-held (Boom, ha, thanks, Yakree), il' shawty be my ratchet, caught a baddie out my fan mail
Boom, baow, boom
[Pre-Chorus]
Oh-oh, he Rollin' (Baow)
Black rock through the cut, hundred round tryna rip them open (Baow)
Corner store, we let him post up, now he fully loaded (Ah, big thirty)
Thirty in my magazine, let's shoot it out 'bout bro
[Chorus]
Drag-drag racin' in a Hellcat like a NASCAR (NAS')
We be on some motion (Ha), run out, knock a fan off (Ha)
Audemars baguettes, you get 'em whacked, that's 'bout a hundred balls
Jump Out leave 'em stretched, I bet that choppa shoot a hundred yards
Two fiftiеs on this MAC, all black, we gon' knock 'em off
That lil' nigga on some Loc shit (Clatt), two hundrеd bottom of the soul
Not sorry that I got attached to Promethazine and Adderall (Ha, ha)
Kiyah, that's my new bitch, I got her on some blue shit
See what I'm sayin', I got the blueprint
[Verse 1]
Amiri denim dripping with it, cost me you can't fucking pay
Shot up my ex behind the ceiling 'cause this bitch don't love me, nigga
Shots fired off right by the building, I advised you not to play
5.56 and .308 rip up they block, then you get paid
New four-five Glock like Jump Out shake, that JOG, I'm Jump Out Gang
We break 'em down and bag 'em up, ran up a hundred in a day
Four in the morning, me and Buddha, all my jewelry on the haste
Lil' shawty foreign, she love to wrap my blue bandana 'round her face
Full master foreign, roll that opp pack in the air straight to the face
Backseat, I'm snorting off a Xanax, plus some pint of purple maple
That's my lil' homie on the corner serving rocks and bangin' A
Fans, they be trollin' like we hiding but we out totin' on eights
Mercedes stolen bend they block, then let off shots that new AK
I'm sipping potion, roll another dead opp straight to the face
I'm rockin' Comme des Garçons, got fed up, then caught a case
I bet that you won't make it home, his head bust and you get paid
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