[Intro: Gotye & Kenzo Balla]
But you didn't have to cut me off (Me and cuzzy gon' spin through the 8, after that, take a trip to the Gates)
Make out like it never happened and that we were nothing
And I don't even need your love (Grrah-grrah, boom)
But you treat me like a stranger, and that feels so rough
[Verse 1: Kenzo Balla & TG Flockaa]
Me and cuzzy gon' spin through the 8 (Through the what?)
After that, take a trip to the Gates (Take a trip to the—)
Hop out, shoot a nigga in his face (Shoot 'em in his face)
Totin' Becky, shit's stuck to my waist (Shit's stuck to my waist)
All these opp niggas linkin' up (Linkin' up)
But they still ain't get nobody touched (At all, at all)
Told lil' bro "Don't talk, just dump" (Just dump)
Run Down Gang, throw shots, he slumped, like (Throw shots, he slumped)
When I see you, just keep the same energy (Like, what?)
Bitch, I'm totin', so how is you blitzin' me? (How is you blitzin' me?)
And they can't name a thing that they did to me (At all)
So tell me why these lil' niggas dissin' me (Like, what?)
Four-fifth take him right out his misery
Spin through the Hav, tryna catch us a couple Gz (YGK)
When they see me, them niggas just run from me
Spin through the Hill, yeah we do this shit comfortably (OYK)
Bad bitch gon' do what I say so (Like, what?)
And my niggas shoot shifts like K-LO (Shit like what?)
My niggas slidin' like they on a payroll (On a what?)
Freak bitch, fat ass like J-Lo
She gon' line you up just for the pesos
Get it and take it, bitch, I need the bankrolls (MB, MB)
Do a hit, get low then I change clothes (MB, MB)
When we spinnin', you know how the game go (Like)
Every situation we gon' handle it (We gon' what?)
If its war, hit it more 'til the candles lit
Bullets, they make 'em salsa on some Spanish shit
When we see them, them niggas be panickin' (Them niggas be panicking)
If its up then we leavin' it stuck (We leavin' it stuck)
Hollows gon' hit 'em, tear that nigga up
And I keep a cannon, got it tucked (Got it tucked)
For them niggas that swear that they tough
See 30, hit him wit a .30
Function is active, come slide and get sturdy (Grrah-grrah)
If he jack the Gz, we do 'em dirty
Stay pistol packin', no, we never worried (No, I'm never worried)
Mex shootin' got me on the moon (Mexi)
Spin the Well, and we ready to boom (Gang, gang)
Stompers they wit' me shakin' up the room (Suck my dick)
They ain't puttin on so how they goons? (Grrah-grrah)
But you didn't have to cut me off (Me and cuzzy gon' spin through the 8, after that, take a trip to the Gates)
Make out like it never happened and that we were nothing
And I don't even need your love (Grrah-grrah, boom)
But you treat me like a stranger, and that feels so rough
[Verse 1: Kenzo Balla & TG Flockaa]
Me and cuzzy gon' spin through the 8 (Through the what?)
After that, take a trip to the Gates (Take a trip to the—)
Hop out, shoot a nigga in his face (Shoot 'em in his face)
Totin' Becky, shit's stuck to my waist (Shit's stuck to my waist)
All these opp niggas linkin' up (Linkin' up)
But they still ain't get nobody touched (At all, at all)
Told lil' bro "Don't talk, just dump" (Just dump)
Run Down Gang, throw shots, he slumped, like (Throw shots, he slumped)
When I see you, just keep the same energy (Like, what?)
Bitch, I'm totin', so how is you blitzin' me? (How is you blitzin' me?)
And they can't name a thing that they did to me (At all)
So tell me why these lil' niggas dissin' me (Like, what?)
Four-fifth take him right out his misery
Spin through the Hav, tryna catch us a couple Gz (YGK)
When they see me, them niggas just run from me
Spin through the Hill, yeah we do this shit comfortably (OYK)
Bad bitch gon' do what I say so (Like, what?)
And my niggas shoot shifts like K-LO (Shit like what?)
My niggas slidin' like they on a payroll (On a what?)
Freak bitch, fat ass like J-Lo
She gon' line you up just for the pesos
Get it and take it, bitch, I need the bankrolls (MB, MB)
Do a hit, get low then I change clothes (MB, MB)
When we spinnin', you know how the game go (Like)
Every situation we gon' handle it (We gon' what?)
If its war, hit it more 'til the candles lit
Bullets, they make 'em salsa on some Spanish shit
When we see them, them niggas be panickin' (Them niggas be panicking)
If its up then we leavin' it stuck (We leavin' it stuck)
Hollows gon' hit 'em, tear that nigga up
And I keep a cannon, got it tucked (Got it tucked)
For them niggas that swear that they tough
See 30, hit him wit a .30
Function is active, come slide and get sturdy (Grrah-grrah)
If he jack the Gz, we do 'em dirty
Stay pistol packin', no, we never worried (No, I'm never worried)
Mex shootin' got me on the moon (Mexi)
Spin the Well, and we ready to boom (Gang, gang)
Stompers they wit' me shakin' up the room (Suck my dick)
They ain't puttin on so how they goons? (Grrah-grrah)
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