Uh, if you don't got no gun
Don't even get in wit' me
It's twelve of us, we got twelve Glocks
And all of them came wit' fifty
Herbo done got on some opps over east
We finna pull up, and drop one-fifty
I'm so turnt when I'm leavin' the show
Bad bitches want me to sign they titties
They sayin' the drank bad for my health, but I don't really give a fuck 'bout my kidneys
I'm young and dumb, i'm the type to sign my deal, and go do a hit out a bentley
I ain't the type to boss up ya' life, if you fucked up, you can't get near me
I'm finna pop my shit some mo', they listen, but I don't really think they hear me
Since I was sixteen, I was playin' them tracks, and castin' shit, what the fuck is the Henny?
How many Opps still alive, I can count they ass on one hand, it ain't that many
This bitch wanted to box me, I told her, "A'ight", and pulled up right [?]
Told him I wanted two bucks for a feature, I blocked his ass right after he sent it
He dissed on the gang, we caught that nigga, he was beggin' for peace, I don't think he meant it
The Opps outside? Bronem, just send me the Lo', i'll be there in a minute
She been fuckin' for two weeks straight, somebody needa' take that bitch to the clinic
I hate rats, I don't even want em' around me, that shit'll fuck up my image
I had a meetin' wit' capital, I missed my shit, my dumbass was somewhere, spinnin'
I hate yo' BBL, yo' ass don't match yo' legs, that shit ain't givin'
One of the Opps got hit up so many times, his Lil' ass barely livin'
Free Lil' Duke, he'll come snatch yo' whip, we the one's got rich off stealin'
Sorry, Lil' baby, I ain't gon' sugar-coat shit, [?] had hurt yo' feelings
Caught his dumbass tryna' get somethin' to eat, we walked up on him, and burnt his business
Opps dyin', Ya' (Huh)
Straight-A G, Ya' (Uh)
Gloves on, Ya' (Uh)
Mask on, Ya' (Uh)
We finna take his watch, i'm lit, i end up [?]
Most of my opps in the bars, better get you a gun, before you end up like Top
Don't even get in wit' me
It's twelve of us, we got twelve Glocks
And all of them came wit' fifty
Herbo done got on some opps over east
We finna pull up, and drop one-fifty
I'm so turnt when I'm leavin' the show
Bad bitches want me to sign they titties
They sayin' the drank bad for my health, but I don't really give a fuck 'bout my kidneys
I'm young and dumb, i'm the type to sign my deal, and go do a hit out a bentley
I ain't the type to boss up ya' life, if you fucked up, you can't get near me
I'm finna pop my shit some mo', they listen, but I don't really think they hear me
Since I was sixteen, I was playin' them tracks, and castin' shit, what the fuck is the Henny?
How many Opps still alive, I can count they ass on one hand, it ain't that many
This bitch wanted to box me, I told her, "A'ight", and pulled up right [?]
Told him I wanted two bucks for a feature, I blocked his ass right after he sent it
He dissed on the gang, we caught that nigga, he was beggin' for peace, I don't think he meant it
The Opps outside? Bronem, just send me the Lo', i'll be there in a minute
She been fuckin' for two weeks straight, somebody needa' take that bitch to the clinic
I hate rats, I don't even want em' around me, that shit'll fuck up my image
I had a meetin' wit' capital, I missed my shit, my dumbass was somewhere, spinnin'
I hate yo' BBL, yo' ass don't match yo' legs, that shit ain't givin'
One of the Opps got hit up so many times, his Lil' ass barely livin'
Free Lil' Duke, he'll come snatch yo' whip, we the one's got rich off stealin'
Sorry, Lil' baby, I ain't gon' sugar-coat shit, [?] had hurt yo' feelings
Caught his dumbass tryna' get somethin' to eat, we walked up on him, and burnt his business
Opps dyin', Ya' (Huh)
Straight-A G, Ya' (Uh)
Gloves on, Ya' (Uh)
Mask on, Ya' (Uh)
We finna take his watch, i'm lit, i end up [?]
Most of my opps in the bars, better get you a gun, before you end up like Top
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