[Intro]
Fuck, fuck
Ayy, see I might just
Fuck, ayy drank
I already know where its at
Yeah, yeah, yeah, fuck that, uh-uh
Fuck, fuck
[Verse]
Bitch, I'm back in the dead end, pop shit wit' lil twin
This is not no fuckin' five, gen six my gen
Come to the dead end, be ready to bang out
Shoot at the cam, I practice my aimbot
You better rep yo' set, what the fuck is you sayin' 'bout?
Glizzy gon' up, you ain't havin no game now
Should've stayed in the isle, nigga should've never came out
Do a lick been give a fuck what yo' pain 'bout
Push a nigga down, and I won't let 'em get up
Glock hit ya' body, it burn like sit-ups
Stolo fast, tell li' twin to "Pick up"
Nigga better stand down, pulling me a stick up
Boy you a bitch, you still gettin' yo' shit took
You a free munyun lick, I get that
Stolo fast, told "Lil' nigga sit back"
The lick in yo' face, you won't een' get that
Cap ass nigga, you ain't even really wit' that
Buy you a new gun, you ain't get yo' stick back?
On the run, around, on five gotta lick back
Forgot I took him down, I ain't even did that
Gimme yo' fye, lets keep shit cordial
Come to the trap right now put a order
Real six-side, this shit like Florida
Ran home from my lick, now I need water
Reach for yo' blick, you better not bother
Ain't 'bout on the target, shit like a Martyr
Nigga get out of line, put 'em in order
Expose me a nigga right now with the cutter
Twelve, he capped out, free lil' brother
I'm travlin' right now, I hopped on the shuttle
Attachments on me, the Glock got a muzzle
Catch a nigga down bad left, I'm puzzled
Real drank head, I drink up the bubble
Spray the group down and I be in no huddle
Put on my merch, I look like a puddle
Twelve done cap, I checked out the stutter
You lie to yourself, you would lie to your mother
Come to the store right now, I got blick out
Handsome merch come check my drip out
Lil' twin on pills, he upped and get flipped out
Fuck, fuck
Ayy, see I might just
Fuck, ayy drank
I already know where its at
Yeah, yeah, yeah, fuck that, uh-uh
Fuck, fuck
[Verse]
Bitch, I'm back in the dead end, pop shit wit' lil twin
This is not no fuckin' five, gen six my gen
Come to the dead end, be ready to bang out
Shoot at the cam, I practice my aimbot
You better rep yo' set, what the fuck is you sayin' 'bout?
Glizzy gon' up, you ain't havin no game now
Should've stayed in the isle, nigga should've never came out
Do a lick been give a fuck what yo' pain 'bout
Push a nigga down, and I won't let 'em get up
Glock hit ya' body, it burn like sit-ups
Stolo fast, tell li' twin to "Pick up"
Nigga better stand down, pulling me a stick up
Boy you a bitch, you still gettin' yo' shit took
You a free munyun lick, I get that
Stolo fast, told "Lil' nigga sit back"
The lick in yo' face, you won't een' get that
Cap ass nigga, you ain't even really wit' that
Buy you a new gun, you ain't get yo' stick back?
On the run, around, on five gotta lick back
Forgot I took him down, I ain't even did that
Gimme yo' fye, lets keep shit cordial
Come to the trap right now put a order
Real six-side, this shit like Florida
Ran home from my lick, now I need water
Reach for yo' blick, you better not bother
Ain't 'bout on the target, shit like a Martyr
Nigga get out of line, put 'em in order
Expose me a nigga right now with the cutter
Twelve, he capped out, free lil' brother
I'm travlin' right now, I hopped on the shuttle
Attachments on me, the Glock got a muzzle
Catch a nigga down bad left, I'm puzzled
Real drank head, I drink up the bubble
Spray the group down and I be in no huddle
Put on my merch, I look like a puddle
Twelve done cap, I checked out the stutter
You lie to yourself, you would lie to your mother
Come to the store right now, I got blick out
Handsome merch come check my drip out
Lil' twin on pills, he upped and get flipped out
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