(JoJo on that beat) R.I.P. Mookie mane, that’s what I say n*gga on my momma, aye 4OE gang n*gga, Taliban sh*t n*gga, shut the f*ck up n*gga that’s on me n*gga
(Young Steezy)
Put that lead to his head, make em sing like Mariah
Young n*gga, ain’t never gon’ retire
Flexin on these n*ggas got em shook like Michael Myers
Was finna f*ck yo b*tch, but her pus*y expired
Aye, n*gga, I need a meal
Done ran through a bag, got these pockets heavy still
4OE gang slidin’ with that mothaf*ckin drill
Focus on this paper cuz I need a hunnid bills
They askin’ why you stay flexin, cuz i never had sh*t
Pull up to the party in my brand new whip
The girl that you love is steady suckin’ on my di*k
I’m a dog ass n*gga I can’t stick to one b*tch
(Dleee)
All my n*ggas tryna go
OG clutchin’ on that pistol if it’s knockin at that do’
Aye, if it’s knockin at that do’, I got a stick he got a drum we be layin’ bodies low
I’m that n*gga with that heat
I be down to shoot a n*gga leave em stuckin’ in the street
You be cuffin’ on them hoes, they be tappin in with me
Talkin’ hold on the net, you’s a b*tch that’s on the P
b*tch, I gotta eat, I gotta eat, all my n*ggas tryna feast
Big chop n*gga, It’s gon’ take em off his feet
I don’t wanna f*ck yo b*tch, my n*gga had her last week
(RealKi)
Hold on
Now back to that street sh*t
You n*ggas ain’t ridin’ y’all the ones playin’ defense
Yo b*tch on a n*gga and you n*ggas know the reason
Same young n*gga, that b*tch stackin’ all season
Talkin’ hot sh*t, three shots now he leakin’
Good cookie odor, got this Polo jacket wreakin’
I’m a young n*gga pullin’ bands out at Neiman’s
That n*gga think he wet but his b*tch ate my semen
This Glock change my posture, I ain’t really with the leanin’
Gave her di*k once now she won’t stop fiendin’
A hunnid bands off a lick, b*tch you never seen it
Tom Brady with the slugs, b*tch I got a beamin’
(Priest)
Runnin’ to this goal like a track meet
Y’all don’t clap heat, y’all n*ggas just actin’
I don’t know, but these b*tches call me daddy
Sittin’ in the front you n*ggas in the back seat
Tryna get a big house with a baddie
Snatch yo chain like Talib did Crabtree
I was with yo girl, sh*t got nasty
She saw the bands and said ‘f*ck bein’ classy’
Uh, lotta sh*t up on my mind though
It’s alright though Imma stay up on my grind though
You say you catchin’ bodies but we know you lyin’ bro
This a hit lil’ n*gga we ain’t tryin’ though