[Intro]
(Drum Dummie)
(DeepHartt Beats)
What you gon' do?
Ayy, look
[Verse 1]
Me and Drum Dummie like Steph and Clay
Ain't got nothin' for you, want somethin' from me, you ain't gettin' money, then get out the way
I control the game, them niggas know not to play
Out the way, I got a show, lil' bro gon' clean them up for me, but he not a maid
You try, got a shot to your face
Block look like back in the day
So much crack, it look like the 80s
The life that we living crazy
The babies be having babies
It's like toddlers be having choppers
I can't be mad at my mama
She tried to solve every problem
I had, I was skipping class, on the block robbing shit with my partners
Tryna get in my pockets, she know she ain't getting out a thing
No, she won't get a dollar, I told her I'm not a lame
Was fifteen with a pocket flame
Took some practice, but I got some aim
The streets called up, I'ma tell you what God love and that's the truth
Better lift your rod up, don't put your guard up, I came to shoot
Fuck her on Facetime 'cause I'm on the road, she hate when I'm on the move
Sync the phone up, told her bend over and the bottom of her shoe
(Drum Dummie)
(DeepHartt Beats)
What you gon' do?
Ayy, look
[Verse 1]
Me and Drum Dummie like Steph and Clay
Ain't got nothin' for you, want somethin' from me, you ain't gettin' money, then get out the way
I control the game, them niggas know not to play
Out the way, I got a show, lil' bro gon' clean them up for me, but he not a maid
You try, got a shot to your face
Block look like back in the day
So much crack, it look like the 80s
The life that we living crazy
The babies be having babies
It's like toddlers be having choppers
I can't be mad at my mama
She tried to solve every problem
I had, I was skipping class, on the block robbing shit with my partners
Tryna get in my pockets, she know she ain't getting out a thing
No, she won't get a dollar, I told her I'm not a lame
Was fifteen with a pocket flame
Took some practice, but I got some aim
The streets called up, I'ma tell you what God love and that's the truth
Better lift your rod up, don't put your guard up, I came to shoot
Fuck her on Facetime 'cause I'm on the road, she hate when I'm on the move
Sync the phone up, told her bend over and the bottom of her shoe
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