[Intro: DaBoii]
(Ha-ha-ha-ha, Ryu, this is crazy)
Yeah, I'm in the stu' buzzin'
Ayy, you can take that echo off, on my mama
Yeah, on the gang, nigga
I'm in the stu' smokin' on 'za
High than a bitch, off perc forty
Stupid-ass nigga
Yeah, on the gang
Yeah, you got it, yeah
[Verse 1: DaBoii & Skilla Baby]
You got it tatted on your skin, you ain't gon' die about it, though
Yeah, hold up, yeah
You got it tatted on your skin, you ain't gon' die about it, though
Uh, touch you, a nigga tried, now he gone
Pillow talkin' to them hoes, too many niggas breakin' codes
I hit that boy up in his jaw but I was tryna break his nose
And my bitch bad as hell, she be gettin' what she want
Talk to the club with my lil' bitch and they be tellin' us we GOATs
It only take one call for me to get a nigga gone (Ha-ha-ha-ha, Ryu, this is crazy)
Bitch asked if I'm high, dumb bitch, I'm off a four
I bet this Glock-23 turn a nigga to a ghost
Talk to me with some respect or you gon' make me black out
Don't spark that shit up in my 'Wood, my nigga, put that black out
That chopper choke slam a nigga, Friday Night SmackDown
Niggas claim they havin' motion, tell them pull them racks out
These niggas lie so much, swear they need a cap and gown
Get your ass beat, son, come on, put the strap down
Don't even got no destination, just be crusin' when I'm high
Bitch, I don't even pop the perky, I just chew it like a knot
Yeah, lil' bro ain't got no target, he just fool us with the Glock
Bitch, if you don't wanna lose me, gotta do me on the spot
Yeah, on the—
Bitch, I'll do a nigga cold just for talkin' like he hot
Told that bitch that she love me, gotta give me all she got (Huh, huh?)
On the gang, nigga
(Ha-ha-ha-ha, Ryu, this is crazy)
Yeah, I'm in the stu' buzzin'
Ayy, you can take that echo off, on my mama
Yeah, on the gang, nigga
I'm in the stu' smokin' on 'za
High than a bitch, off perc forty
Stupid-ass nigga
Yeah, on the gang
Yeah, you got it, yeah
[Verse 1: DaBoii & Skilla Baby]
You got it tatted on your skin, you ain't gon' die about it, though
Yeah, hold up, yeah
You got it tatted on your skin, you ain't gon' die about it, though
Uh, touch you, a nigga tried, now he gone
Pillow talkin' to them hoes, too many niggas breakin' codes
I hit that boy up in his jaw but I was tryna break his nose
And my bitch bad as hell, she be gettin' what she want
Talk to the club with my lil' bitch and they be tellin' us we GOATs
It only take one call for me to get a nigga gone (Ha-ha-ha-ha, Ryu, this is crazy)
Bitch asked if I'm high, dumb bitch, I'm off a four
I bet this Glock-23 turn a nigga to a ghost
Talk to me with some respect or you gon' make me black out
Don't spark that shit up in my 'Wood, my nigga, put that black out
That chopper choke slam a nigga, Friday Night SmackDown
Niggas claim they havin' motion, tell them pull them racks out
These niggas lie so much, swear they need a cap and gown
Get your ass beat, son, come on, put the strap down
Don't even got no destination, just be crusin' when I'm high
Bitch, I don't even pop the perky, I just chew it like a knot
Yeah, lil' bro ain't got no target, he just fool us with the Glock
Bitch, if you don't wanna lose me, gotta do me on the spot
Yeah, on the—
Bitch, I'll do a nigga cold just for talkin' like he hot
Told that bitch that she love me, gotta give me all she got (Huh, huh?)
On the gang, nigga
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