[Intro]
(Hey Norja, you made this shit?)

[Chorus: TaTa]
Like, everywhere I go I'm never lackin' I got my Glock out
If we knuckle up, that's on my mother it's a knock out
Everybody got a gun so let's link up and have a blowout
And Dotti he be feenin' pass the knock then he gon' show out, that's on gang
And all my killers put in pain
If I see a nigga chain and I like it then it's a stain, and that's on gang
And Leeky with me, he got range
If a nigga moving hot we gon flip him just like like a page, and that's on gang
Don't come over here moving hot bitch
I'm with some demons, you fuck around and get shot bitch
E-E-EBK, niggas know I'm uppin' the 4
And they think I do karate 'cause I ride 'round with chopsticks

[Verse 1: Jenn Carter]
Graah, that boy got hit and that shit had his momma bummеd out (What, graah)
Like I'm addicted to thesе gun sounds
Way that I made they like "Jenny what have you done now?"
Graah, these niggas tracking like a bloodhound
They not outside, I'm spinnin' in a circle
That boy gon' say that he abuse, but that shit verbal
Graah, in a shell like he a turtle
He think shit sweet we cut it short like a commercial
Damn, and do it over like rehearsal
He think he tough, he think he up we send him vertical
Graah, we cut him off like it was surgical
These niggas dissin', in tracks we never heard of you
Ain't no tripping when that heat fly
Opp lacking on feet I'm in that V, I had to rewind
Graah, bu-bullets stinging like a beehive
.40 push her back and now he think he in a recline
These opps they don't put in pain
If I was caught on a train we was getting back same day, and that's on gang
And my niggas ain't been the same
Lil Uzi been how I'm feeling, no luv and it's only rage, and thats on- (What?)
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