[Intro: NoChill & DThang]
LA (Grrah), the big body (Marvy, you did that)
Ayo, Y to the Gz
Gz to the sky
Never put a O before my Y (At all, at all)
Grrah
Even my guela know that (Look)
Gang, gang
[Verse 1: DThang]
I ain't responding to no more opps, like (At all)
They keep sayin' my name, movin' like fans (Grrah, grrah, boom)
He was scared when I hopped out the van (Like, what?), like
"Is that a man?" He looked back when he ran (Don't run, don't run)
Like, empty the clip, thought this shit jammed (Grrah, grrah, boom)
But they make it look good for the 'Gram (At all, at all)
Since I was young, knew I was the man (For sure)
I was young when I—, gang, gang, gang
It's like, all of my opps, they slackers (For sure)
I know Bando gon' throw likе he play for the Packers
Whеn you scream, "RPT," better at us (RPT, four-sev', four-sev')
And all our opps dyin', this shit like a pattern
So let's take a trip to the opps (Where he at?)
And whoever OY, he get turned to they block (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
And I gotta stay low with my knock (OYO what?)
Like, the 46 on my bop, gotta run for the chop
Like, she wanna rump, fuck that (Huh?)
Baby girl give me head with no hands, pull her bun back (At all, at all)
She can't get the addy, don't trust that (At all)
Once I think she the line, no, gang can't trust that (Gang, gang, gang)
LA (Grrah), the big body (Marvy, you did that)
Ayo, Y to the Gz
Gz to the sky
Never put a O before my Y (At all, at all)
Grrah
Even my guela know that (Look)
Gang, gang
[Verse 1: DThang]
I ain't responding to no more opps, like (At all)
They keep sayin' my name, movin' like fans (Grrah, grrah, boom)
He was scared when I hopped out the van (Like, what?), like
"Is that a man?" He looked back when he ran (Don't run, don't run)
Like, empty the clip, thought this shit jammed (Grrah, grrah, boom)
But they make it look good for the 'Gram (At all, at all)
Since I was young, knew I was the man (For sure)
I was young when I—, gang, gang, gang
It's like, all of my opps, they slackers (For sure)
I know Bando gon' throw likе he play for the Packers
Whеn you scream, "RPT," better at us (RPT, four-sev', four-sev')
And all our opps dyin', this shit like a pattern
So let's take a trip to the opps (Where he at?)
And whoever OY, he get turned to they block (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
And I gotta stay low with my knock (OYO what?)
Like, the 46 on my bop, gotta run for the chop
Like, she wanna rump, fuck that (Huh?)
Baby girl give me head with no hands, pull her bun back (At all, at all)
She can't get the addy, don't trust that (At all)
Once I think she the line, no, gang can't trust that (Gang, gang, gang)
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