[Intro: Jay Critch]
(Kilo made this)
(JD On Tha Track)
Hey
Ayy
[Chorus: Jay Critch]
Shooter tryna up that pole, he said it's smoke, but that boy don't want it with them
Lot of niggas act like hoes and that's the reason I can't get money with them (Hey)
Soon as I started to run it up, all of my bitches say I'm moving funny with them
She give me head like a dummy or something
She left her friend, but she wanted to come
Thirty clip on me, I wanted the drum
Drive the foreign like I'm wanted or something
See the boys and hit the gas in the whip, heater on me like I'm under the sun
Ayy, brodie scoring like he play for the Suns
When we catch him, we put him in the blunt
Action movie, I just came in to stunt
[Verse 1: Lil Tjay]
Niggas ain't real, shit shows, I gotta get to the top, call it reaching my goals
No, I can't work no pole, fuck around, that shit'll take a nigga out his glo'
Rolling up the opps, free bro, niggas can say what they want, they already know
Y'all better stick to the code, bodies dropping, like eleven niggas in a row
I keep it on me, don't pass that
Run up on me, you gon' leave with a hashtag
Boy, you a lame, where your bag at?
I had your bitch, I was makin' her gag-gag
And I know what they mad at
Caught a opp by his doley, his melon splazzat
I keep having these flashbacks
Kind of filled up with pain, everything I see matte black
(Kilo made this)
(JD On Tha Track)
Hey
Ayy
[Chorus: Jay Critch]
Shooter tryna up that pole, he said it's smoke, but that boy don't want it with them
Lot of niggas act like hoes and that's the reason I can't get money with them (Hey)
Soon as I started to run it up, all of my bitches say I'm moving funny with them
She give me head like a dummy or something
She left her friend, but she wanted to come
Thirty clip on me, I wanted the drum
Drive the foreign like I'm wanted or something
See the boys and hit the gas in the whip, heater on me like I'm under the sun
Ayy, brodie scoring like he play for the Suns
When we catch him, we put him in the blunt
Action movie, I just came in to stunt
[Verse 1: Lil Tjay]
Niggas ain't real, shit shows, I gotta get to the top, call it reaching my goals
No, I can't work no pole, fuck around, that shit'll take a nigga out his glo'
Rolling up the opps, free bro, niggas can say what they want, they already know
Y'all better stick to the code, bodies dropping, like eleven niggas in a row
I keep it on me, don't pass that
Run up on me, you gon' leave with a hashtag
Boy, you a lame, where your bag at?
I had your bitch, I was makin' her gag-gag
And I know what they mad at
Caught a opp by his doley, his melon splazzat
I keep having these flashbacks
Kind of filled up with pain, everything I see matte black
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