[Intro]
Fuck, fuck, fuck
Ayy, watch out, ayy, watch out
I gotta—, nah, I gotta turn these headphones all the way up
I just—, I just need
They need to get every lil' bit
[Verse]
I ain’t even have no 'za
I ain't even have no ’za
I just walked up wit' a shredder
Everybody told me they ready
Take my shirt off like Tupac
"Thug Life, Makaveli"
I just be askin' they ready
You can just ask 'em, they ready
Drive her car to a play
That's only if she let me
Put these extras with this backend, I just fuckin' spread it
Put these extras with this backend, I just fuckin' spread it
You think I ain't tryna get out?
You think I wanna stay in the trench?
I shoot my shot with a step-back
You just be sittin’ on the bench
Everybody chargin’, we need a hundred percent, everybody chargin'
Ain’t about nobody arguin', everybody see a lil' fit, you get spinned regardless
You a lil' Barbie, you ain’t even listen to your momma, you listen to your sergeant
This a lil' F, this a lil' F for the fully, not for Ferrari
I just stunt that push up, took up the kick back, might fuck up the party
Fun time, ain't nobody claim these guns like the fathers on Maury
I swear to God, I swear the folks on the highway can't fuckin' drive
You touch one of us and everybody sting just like a beehive
Bitch, I'm up now, bet not try to charge me, let me inside
Auto drive, it's K-5 when I fuckin' slide
Phew-phew, all these fine shit thought I wouldn't be shit
Haha, all these fine shit thought I wouldn't be shit
She wanna link, now she can't see me, just like the solar eclipse
I got a gun, they got a gun, we havin' too many fires
They got a Glock in the dashboard, come out with that, that's a bonus prize
You ain't even shoot no bullseye when you shot, you know that right? (Pew)
You ain't even shoot no bullseye when you shot, you know that right?
I'm just blowin', blunt like a thumb, zaza keep me goin'
Think I'm a text your phone about the situation? That's a false alarm
I got T-Rex barrels, but this lil' barrel is long like my arm
I just look like a black dude, that's my uniform
But besides, I'm geeked up, I can't fuckin' drive
I touched down in your city, where the fuckin' vibes?
Is you with me? Is you fuckin' with me? You fuckin wiggin'?
Thermal sights in my Amazon scope, got night vision
I be trippin', I be loud, I got loud with me
Let the whole gang in the hood, I coulda brought that crowd with me
Phew, soon as you send it, just send the receipt
Real trench boy, eat the plate, I delete
Thought you was textin' the plug, that's me
Tryna stay outta' the trench and achieve
Hit you with gun, exotic disease
You sad 'cause you ain't even got no Perc'
You sad 'cause you ain't even got no pill
Better have the address, I'll visit the low
The police be over here, I go slow
Personal 'za, get the zip 'cross the road
I ain't got one, I'm switchin' my hoes
Ain't no free promo, you pay me for those
Talked to a ghost, had to fuck up my clothes
Fuck, fuck, fuck
Ayy, watch out, ayy, watch out
I gotta—, nah, I gotta turn these headphones all the way up
I just—, I just need
They need to get every lil' bit
[Verse]
I ain’t even have no 'za
I ain't even have no ’za
I just walked up wit' a shredder
Everybody told me they ready
Take my shirt off like Tupac
"Thug Life, Makaveli"
I just be askin' they ready
You can just ask 'em, they ready
Drive her car to a play
That's only if she let me
Put these extras with this backend, I just fuckin' spread it
Put these extras with this backend, I just fuckin' spread it
You think I ain't tryna get out?
You think I wanna stay in the trench?
I shoot my shot with a step-back
You just be sittin’ on the bench
Everybody chargin’, we need a hundred percent, everybody chargin'
Ain’t about nobody arguin', everybody see a lil' fit, you get spinned regardless
You a lil' Barbie, you ain’t even listen to your momma, you listen to your sergeant
This a lil' F, this a lil' F for the fully, not for Ferrari
I just stunt that push up, took up the kick back, might fuck up the party
Fun time, ain't nobody claim these guns like the fathers on Maury
I swear to God, I swear the folks on the highway can't fuckin' drive
You touch one of us and everybody sting just like a beehive
Bitch, I'm up now, bet not try to charge me, let me inside
Auto drive, it's K-5 when I fuckin' slide
Phew-phew, all these fine shit thought I wouldn't be shit
Haha, all these fine shit thought I wouldn't be shit
She wanna link, now she can't see me, just like the solar eclipse
I got a gun, they got a gun, we havin' too many fires
They got a Glock in the dashboard, come out with that, that's a bonus prize
You ain't even shoot no bullseye when you shot, you know that right? (Pew)
You ain't even shoot no bullseye when you shot, you know that right?
I'm just blowin', blunt like a thumb, zaza keep me goin'
Think I'm a text your phone about the situation? That's a false alarm
I got T-Rex barrels, but this lil' barrel is long like my arm
I just look like a black dude, that's my uniform
But besides, I'm geeked up, I can't fuckin' drive
I touched down in your city, where the fuckin' vibes?
Is you with me? Is you fuckin' with me? You fuckin wiggin'?
Thermal sights in my Amazon scope, got night vision
I be trippin', I be loud, I got loud with me
Let the whole gang in the hood, I coulda brought that crowd with me
Phew, soon as you send it, just send the receipt
Real trench boy, eat the plate, I delete
Thought you was textin' the plug, that's me
Tryna stay outta' the trench and achieve
Hit you with gun, exotic disease
You sad 'cause you ain't even got no Perc'
You sad 'cause you ain't even got no pill
Better have the address, I'll visit the low
The police be over here, I go slow
Personal 'za, get the zip 'cross the road
I ain't got one, I'm switchin' my hoes
Ain't no free promo, you pay me for those
Talked to a ghost, had to fuck up my clothes
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