[Verse 1: DaBoii]
And once your friends your enemies, this shit get tricky, nigga (Tricky, nigga)
Get you popped and ask, "Who shot ya?" Like I'm Biggie, nigga (Like I'm Biggie, nigga)
OG told me live my life 'cause I'm too risky wit' it (Risky)
And I could buy your little house and get your bitch evicted (Fuck out)
Bounce that ass, bitch, go on with your bad self
Lil' nigga talk crazy, boy, I'll whip you with your dad's belt
It's way too much sweat up in your leggings, bitch, your ass smell
He moved and thought that heaven was on earth 'til I come add hell
Macho man up on the Gram, but is you really that?
Better have the legs of Forrest Gump, bitch, when this semi blast (Boom, boom)
You is not my mans, might nod my head, but you can't get a dab
And she like, "What's your needs, babe?" Not much, but you can give me cash
She want me now, but back then, the bitch done did me bad
Shopping in Topanga with my bitch, I feel like Trippie Redd
A lot of shit ain't adding up and I done did the math
A nigga touch my chain up in this bitch, I tear this bitch in half, bitch
[Chorus: Yhung T.O., DaBoii , Slimmy B]
D-Boii, where that Glock at?
It's on my hip, bro
Cold hearted, I can't trust shit
On my kinfolk
Choppa bullets get to flyin'
Make 'em get low
And I'd never cuff a bitch
And I still won't
Nigga on the gang
And once your friends your enemies, this shit get tricky, nigga (Tricky, nigga)
Get you popped and ask, "Who shot ya?" Like I'm Biggie, nigga (Like I'm Biggie, nigga)
OG told me live my life 'cause I'm too risky wit' it (Risky)
And I could buy your little house and get your bitch evicted (Fuck out)
Bounce that ass, bitch, go on with your bad self
Lil' nigga talk crazy, boy, I'll whip you with your dad's belt
It's way too much sweat up in your leggings, bitch, your ass smell
He moved and thought that heaven was on earth 'til I come add hell
Macho man up on the Gram, but is you really that?
Better have the legs of Forrest Gump, bitch, when this semi blast (Boom, boom)
You is not my mans, might nod my head, but you can't get a dab
And she like, "What's your needs, babe?" Not much, but you can give me cash
She want me now, but back then, the bitch done did me bad
Shopping in Topanga with my bitch, I feel like Trippie Redd
A lot of shit ain't adding up and I done did the math
A nigga touch my chain up in this bitch, I tear this bitch in half, bitch
[Chorus: Yhung T.O., DaBoii , Slimmy B]
D-Boii, where that Glock at?
It's on my hip, bro
Cold hearted, I can't trust shit
On my kinfolk
Choppa bullets get to flyin'
Make 'em get low
And I'd never cuff a bitch
And I still won't
Nigga on the gang
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