[Intro: YNW Melly & Foolie]
12Hunna on the beat
Ayy, haha
(Shoutout Jackwood)
You know (Mafia) shoutout to my cousin
(Foolie) and my uncle, big magic ya know (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
[Chorus: YNW Melly & Foolie]
Pull up with a mothafuckin' foreign car (Skrrt), it’s a Maserati (Young nigga world)
Don't play with the clique, don't play with blood, they gon’ catch a body (Body catchers, body catchers)
We ride through your house with a whole lot of stick with them Glocks with them dicks (Young nigga world)
He say that he on it I know he a bitch and that shit ain't legit (Young nigga way)
And if a nigga try to run up on me anywhere broad day, promise he gon' die (Promise the bitch)
'Cause I got killers on speed dial (Watch)
And I wish my nigga beat trial (Rich)
Bitch nigga stop it I'm higher than you though, you better go check on my latitude (Check on my latitude, check on my latitude)
These niggas be talkin' like they really on it, you diss me but bitch I'm not mad at you (Bitch I'm not mad at you)
[Verse 1: Foolie & YNW Melly]
These niggas wan’ eat on my plate (Huh?)
Where was you when I was strugglin’ (Where was you?)
Where was you when I was husslin' (Where?)
I am not feelin’ these niggas (Uh, uh)
Feelin' like the mob, send a couple hits (Mob, mafia)
Coolin' with my dogs, just a couple crip (Couple Crips)
.223's and them big F&N’s (Rrah)
Me and Melly really runnin' to them bands
NP keep that MP, he gon' shoot that thing until it's empty
'Cause we run up a check in this white tee (Run it up)
We could scrabble up, if you don't like me (Scrabble up)
Think he takin' my chain that's unlikely (I don't think so)
Bullets strikin' that nigga like lightnin'
Watch me hop out the Tesla truck (Hop out, ayy)
Got the doors up brought my killas they slidin', lil' bitch (Foolie)
12Hunna on the beat
Ayy, haha
(Shoutout Jackwood)
You know (Mafia) shoutout to my cousin
(Foolie) and my uncle, big magic ya know (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
[Chorus: YNW Melly & Foolie]
Pull up with a mothafuckin' foreign car (Skrrt), it’s a Maserati (Young nigga world)
Don't play with the clique, don't play with blood, they gon’ catch a body (Body catchers, body catchers)
We ride through your house with a whole lot of stick with them Glocks with them dicks (Young nigga world)
He say that he on it I know he a bitch and that shit ain't legit (Young nigga way)
And if a nigga try to run up on me anywhere broad day, promise he gon' die (Promise the bitch)
'Cause I got killers on speed dial (Watch)
And I wish my nigga beat trial (Rich)
Bitch nigga stop it I'm higher than you though, you better go check on my latitude (Check on my latitude, check on my latitude)
These niggas be talkin' like they really on it, you diss me but bitch I'm not mad at you (Bitch I'm not mad at you)
[Verse 1: Foolie & YNW Melly]
These niggas wan’ eat on my plate (Huh?)
Where was you when I was strugglin’ (Where was you?)
Where was you when I was husslin' (Where?)
I am not feelin’ these niggas (Uh, uh)
Feelin' like the mob, send a couple hits (Mob, mafia)
Coolin' with my dogs, just a couple crip (Couple Crips)
.223's and them big F&N’s (Rrah)
Me and Melly really runnin' to them bands
NP keep that MP, he gon' shoot that thing until it's empty
'Cause we run up a check in this white tee (Run it up)
We could scrabble up, if you don't like me (Scrabble up)
Think he takin' my chain that's unlikely (I don't think so)
Bullets strikin' that nigga like lightnin'
Watch me hop out the Tesla truck (Hop out, ayy)
Got the doors up brought my killas they slidin', lil' bitch (Foolie)
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