[Intro: Black Fortune]
(Lang Father)
Nigga, come around here tryna serve and you gettin' extorted
She plotted on havin' my baby, but I got that mission aborted
My shooter from Mexico, he with the cartel, they tryna get him deported
I'll have my little nigga pistol-whip you with a BB gun and then leak the recording
[Pre-Chorus: Black Fortune]
You finna do what to who? (Nigga, what?)
You must be out of your damn mind
Draco finna blow up like a landmine
You told on your niggas, you ain't on no man time
You said it's up with who? (For real?)
Well, fuck it, I'm with it, it's game time
We gon' cover that nigga in dirt like a landslide
I can still beat the block up with my hands tied
[Chorus: Black Fortune]
Me and my niggas gon' off shit, off shit, off shit, off shit, off shit, off shit, off shit
Me and my niggas gon' off shit, off shit, off shit, off shit, off shit, off shit, off shit
Me and my niggas gon' slide
[Verse 1: Black Fortune]
Bitch, I came in with them steppers (Steppin')
Please excuse my peter pipin' tongue, I popped a pepper (A Perc')
Leather gloves on me, no fingerprints on that Beretta (At all)
Bitch, I came in with that boom, now his whole body scattered on a platter
Quick flickity-flock, spaluga, swickity-swock, swanuga
Two guns in the trap house, one is a Ruger
If a nigga run down, I'ma shnoogle the poodle
Swip-swap on that Glock with the quickest finagle
Put the beam on a nigga tryna leggo my Ego
Them bullets gon' turn your face to a bagel
Bro clutchin' on wham-bam, he on the payroll
That wickity-wock won't stop 'til the shots leave him breathless
DDT the spliggity-ooh like a wrestler
First nigga try me gettin' stuffed in a baster
If these my baby blickies, I'm a bastard
They caught me snaggin' a stee on camera
She was boppin' a lot, but low-key on campus
I got caught with the stiffy and fleed to Manassas
I had to rob my plug and flee in fashion
(Lang Father)
Nigga, come around here tryna serve and you gettin' extorted
She plotted on havin' my baby, but I got that mission aborted
My shooter from Mexico, he with the cartel, they tryna get him deported
I'll have my little nigga pistol-whip you with a BB gun and then leak the recording
[Pre-Chorus: Black Fortune]
You finna do what to who? (Nigga, what?)
You must be out of your damn mind
Draco finna blow up like a landmine
You told on your niggas, you ain't on no man time
You said it's up with who? (For real?)
Well, fuck it, I'm with it, it's game time
We gon' cover that nigga in dirt like a landslide
I can still beat the block up with my hands tied
[Chorus: Black Fortune]
Me and my niggas gon' off shit, off shit, off shit, off shit, off shit, off shit, off shit
Me and my niggas gon' off shit, off shit, off shit, off shit, off shit, off shit, off shit
Me and my niggas gon' slide
[Verse 1: Black Fortune]
Bitch, I came in with them steppers (Steppin')
Please excuse my peter pipin' tongue, I popped a pepper (A Perc')
Leather gloves on me, no fingerprints on that Beretta (At all)
Bitch, I came in with that boom, now his whole body scattered on a platter
Quick flickity-flock, spaluga, swickity-swock, swanuga
Two guns in the trap house, one is a Ruger
If a nigga run down, I'ma shnoogle the poodle
Swip-swap on that Glock with the quickest finagle
Put the beam on a nigga tryna leggo my Ego
Them bullets gon' turn your face to a bagel
Bro clutchin' on wham-bam, he on the payroll
That wickity-wock won't stop 'til the shots leave him breathless
DDT the spliggity-ooh like a wrestler
First nigga try me gettin' stuffed in a baster
If these my baby blickies, I'm a bastard
They caught me snaggin' a stee on camera
She was boppin' a lot, but low-key on campus
I got caught with the stiffy and fleed to Manassas
I had to rob my plug and flee in fashion
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