[Intro: Glokk40Spaz]
(Wh- wh- where's the ATM at?)
Man, niggas keep doing allat internet beef, man ya'll some hoes
Get some money, fuck nigga
On my Instagram on that pussy ass shit (Ayo JC, what you on?)
I'll do yo' ass bad nigga, fuck goin'?
(Four3va)
[Chorus: Glokk40Spaz]
Nigga, he keep doing all of that internet shit, he know we gon' catch 'em
Wipe his nose, wrap 'em in plastic
Hm, I can't cuff a hoe, bitch I'm a bandit
Mmm, bitch you better sit the fuck down, give a fuck if yo ass can't stand it
Me and King30 posted on the east side, with some molly, a bitch named Sandy
[Verse 1: Lil Tony]
Me and Lil Jay, we on the west side, black truck, tryna catch us a pussy
He can't even flex with that Glock, cause we took it
Then a opp nigga got shot in his tushie
They got my lil' bro locked for a murder
But he not even trip, he get rich sellin' cookies
He say it was smoke, boy, I ain't never heard of
I ain't no born killer, but nigga don't push me
Name a gun that I ain't had
Name a bitch that I ain't fucked
Heard my lil' bitch tryna set me up, two Glocks, two sticks, it's up
Me and lil' Jay too deep in a fine tint black truck, tweakin', tryna wet shit up
I done racked too much fuckin' paper up this week, caught a papercut
(Wh- wh- where's the ATM at?)
Man, niggas keep doing allat internet beef, man ya'll some hoes
Get some money, fuck nigga
On my Instagram on that pussy ass shit (Ayo JC, what you on?)
I'll do yo' ass bad nigga, fuck goin'?
(Four3va)
[Chorus: Glokk40Spaz]
Nigga, he keep doing all of that internet shit, he know we gon' catch 'em
Wipe his nose, wrap 'em in plastic
Hm, I can't cuff a hoe, bitch I'm a bandit
Mmm, bitch you better sit the fuck down, give a fuck if yo ass can't stand it
Me and King30 posted on the east side, with some molly, a bitch named Sandy
[Verse 1: Lil Tony]
Me and Lil Jay, we on the west side, black truck, tryna catch us a pussy
He can't even flex with that Glock, cause we took it
Then a opp nigga got shot in his tushie
They got my lil' bro locked for a murder
But he not even trip, he get rich sellin' cookies
He say it was smoke, boy, I ain't never heard of
I ain't no born killer, but nigga don't push me
Name a gun that I ain't had
Name a bitch that I ain't fucked
Heard my lil' bitch tryna set me up, two Glocks, two sticks, it's up
Me and lil' Jay too deep in a fine tint black truck, tweakin', tryna wet shit up
I done racked too much fuckin' paper up this week, caught a papercut
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