[Intro]
RBE x SOB Mane that's the gang mane
f*ck you suckas for you other n*ggas
I ain't f*ckin wit
[Daboii]
A big Glock
Make this b*tch sing n*gga high notes
Tweetin like he on me
I don't trip off the typos
Hoes jump around with the clique
I don't like toes
f*ck taking breaks, I ain't stoppin' till the mic gone
[Hook: Daboii]
Real P with the strap
Sending' shells, n*gga mac round
Talkin' like she ready, then I gotta blow her back out
[Verse 1: Daboii]
Royal rumble, big 40 with us Pacquiao
When I smoke make a n*gga hold his ears, cause it's that loud
n*ggas on my di*k
Ride around with the semi c*cked
Tryna live this life, but I can't like I'm in a box
Bad lil b*tch, (HAA TOO) yeah I spit in twat
She my bottom b*tch I just love when she give me top
Strap got the flash, you get found like Dory
Gotta chase a bag, cause that broke sh*t bore me
Choosin fee the high broke b*tch can't afford me
Lil n*gga, big chop, what the f*ck think I'm Norbit
I ain't gettin' in a whip, if it's not tinted
Feds trynna build a case I am not with it
If the cat gotta fee I will not rent it
And stop talkin' out yo mouth I will not listen
[Hook: Daboii]
Real P with the strap
Sendin' shells, n*gga mac round
Talkin' like she ready, then I gotta blow her back out
[Chorus: Yhung T.O]
If I go down plead the fifth
Then I won't make a sound
If I hit it once, she gone wanna go rounds
Nah baby can't take no chances
No love and no romancin
My Glock hold 30 no jammin'
1 up top, head shots, no dandruff
[Verse 2: Yhung T.O]
f*ck the cops trynna shoot a n*gga dead
f*ck Trump want a n*gga in the Feds
If I kill a cop I'm a do life
Told my lawyer beat the case
All he wanted was the bread
I'm a young wild n*gga, and we young, and we reckless
I talk from the heart, so what hidden is a message
I don't f*ck with ops, buy Glocks for investments
To pass to the homies
Run up they'll stretch it
Don't know what I'm thinkin' cause my mind way different
When n*ggas say my name then the crime rate different
I've been bust down, ice, in at the watch face different
Red bottom walkin'
Red high tech sippin
Still posted in the hood n*gga
Still sendin' shots broad day, like it's good n*gga
Got a down b*tch and I'm good
Still going through the pain
Facin' cooks in the wood n*gga
Last year it was all a vision n*gga
Speakin' all G, whole gang get to trippin' n*gga
Speakin' on Sheik, cold gang get to trippin' n*gga
Speakin' on me, family members get to missin' n*gga
Lightin' sh*t, like Christmas n*gga
Slidin' with a chop, same size as a midget n*gga
Old hoes sour like lemon n*gga
Main b*tch straight
What she want she can get it n*gga
What she want she can get it n*gga
And my momma straight
What she want she can get it n*gga
If you want you can get it n*gga
Slidin' down block, every night we gone visit n*gga
See a op I'm a knock a n*gga down
Mix carbohydrates with the ounce
[Chorus: Yhung T.O]
If I go down plead the fifth
Then I won't make a sound
If I hit it once, she gone wanna go rounds
Nah baby can't take no chances
No love and no romance
My Glock hold 30 no jammin'
1 up top, head shots, no dandruff
[Hook: Daboii]
Real P with the strap
Sendin' shells, n*gga mac round
Talkin' like she ready, then I gotta blow her back out