[Intro: Lil Rae]
Uh, damn, damn, damn
Goddamn
Fuck you talkin' 'bout, nigga?
Fuck you talkin' 'bout?
Fuck you talkin' 'bout?
Damn, damn, damn
Come on
[Verse 1: Lil Rae]
Right when they let me off the band, I'm in the AP with my Glock
Four deep in that splatt with Mon, DG, and Tre, tryna catch an opp
Set-up ho tryna get me gone, but I'm still tryna catch the top
And all that talkin' that bitch doin', knock the B up off that—
Young nigga shit, I'll bring your ho to the spot and show her a hundred thousand
All he want is a splatt and a Charger to walk him down, give him a forty thousand
Burn down what? Nigga say he gon' burn down what? Nigga, burn it down then
If they come inside this house with us, just know all of us poundin', nigga
A nigga can't tell me nothin', I did my bid
Hittin' that lil' shit from the front, she said hold on, I'm doin' it big (Okay, Lil Rae)
I'm grown as fuck, I ain't got no time to play with kids
They think it's grandma pullin' up, hop out the black truck with a wig (Flaow-flaow-flaow)
[Verse 2: Lil Rez]
Ball game, come through, clean shit up, just call the priest
I leave a day-one nigga bleedin', so much rеd like Polynesian (Like Polynеsian)
When I walk in, spend a dub when I'm in Neimans
I fucked an opp bitch off of hella drugs, she love when I be in it (So I just beat it)
I'm on the West right now, on Aiken with a motherfuckin' stick
I ain't gon' lie, I'ma still get back for brodie, I'm still yellin' out free Mick
You ain't my fuckin' homie, I don't know your ass, I don't care which side you pick
Two letters, they know not to play with this shit, you better go find somebody to play with
Uh, damn, damn, damn
Goddamn
Fuck you talkin' 'bout, nigga?
Fuck you talkin' 'bout?
Fuck you talkin' 'bout?
Damn, damn, damn
Come on
[Verse 1: Lil Rae]
Right when they let me off the band, I'm in the AP with my Glock
Four deep in that splatt with Mon, DG, and Tre, tryna catch an opp
Set-up ho tryna get me gone, but I'm still tryna catch the top
And all that talkin' that bitch doin', knock the B up off that—
Young nigga shit, I'll bring your ho to the spot and show her a hundred thousand
All he want is a splatt and a Charger to walk him down, give him a forty thousand
Burn down what? Nigga say he gon' burn down what? Nigga, burn it down then
If they come inside this house with us, just know all of us poundin', nigga
A nigga can't tell me nothin', I did my bid
Hittin' that lil' shit from the front, she said hold on, I'm doin' it big (Okay, Lil Rae)
I'm grown as fuck, I ain't got no time to play with kids
They think it's grandma pullin' up, hop out the black truck with a wig (Flaow-flaow-flaow)
[Verse 2: Lil Rez]
Ball game, come through, clean shit up, just call the priest
I leave a day-one nigga bleedin', so much rеd like Polynesian (Like Polynеsian)
When I walk in, spend a dub when I'm in Neimans
I fucked an opp bitch off of hella drugs, she love when I be in it (So I just beat it)
I'm on the West right now, on Aiken with a motherfuckin' stick
I ain't gon' lie, I'ma still get back for brodie, I'm still yellin' out free Mick
You ain't my fuckin' homie, I don't know your ass, I don't care which side you pick
Two letters, they know not to play with this shit, you better go find somebody to play with
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