Hook
n*gga yous a b*tch
Put that on gang
Thought I told you stop speakin on my name
Pull up in my new whip
Got the ruger for the drill
Pop a lil b*tch like a f*ckin X pill
I gotchu excited ignited
Okay
Put the f*ckin strap to ya cap
Olay
I ain’t f*ckin playin
W you lil pus*y bois
b*tch I told you once don’t bum my way
Man I’m in the streets for real
Y’all cap
n*ggas ain’t bout that
Think cause you got a strap
You that
n*ggas ain’t bout dat
You ain’t never did a drill
You ain’t really in da field
You is really b*tch made & that’s facts
n*ggas ain’t bout that
Verse
Hands go up
Wait
Once
(Blllaaaaaatt)
All y’all n*ggas fall down
Got the silence on my pump
Screamin f*ck 12 so I make No sound
If you f*ckin w a snitch then we all go down
You ain’t used to doin hits why the f*ck y’all round
n*ggas worried bout b*tch you ain’t worried bouta check
Hit em w the mini tech
Watch his skull go FLOAW
Aye
I like rockin ice
Patеk on my wrist
Yeah yeah
I like driving nicе
Nitrous on my whip
Yeah yeah
My b*tch rock Michael Kors
And her sh*t be real
Yeah yeah
Heard he movin bricks
Go in for the steal
Yeah yeah
Aye
I don’t even know what y’all on
Know time y’all on
I get mines I’m gone
Aye
I don’t fall in line no more
No I’m not an og
But I got mines I’m on
Aye
Swear my whole city know
If it’s not from the streets
Than it’s probably from porn
Aye
Me & Stevie stone on the beat
Like a mine in the street
b*tch we might go off
FLOAW