GPS lyrics

[Intro]
(Freezy)

[Chorus]
Internet gangster, he tryna get clout
Break down a brick like Wreck-It Ralph
Backdoor the plug, sh*t, wrong house
On GPS it say it's the right one
n*gga got spanked, his man tried to hype him
Keep this sh*t in the streets, why I gotta type him?
Three hundred in the clip like a, uh
Three hundred in the clip like a Chrysler

[Verse]
He said he your man, he ended up folding
Cut off the alarm, the garage door open
"Xan fell off," the f*ck is you smoking?
Don't f*ck with these n*ggas, that’s how I be coping
Ran it up, I got two beats from Dolan
Free car, b*tch, you know that b*tch stolen
Yodel-ay-he-hoo, the Glock get to yodeling
I sold your man huff, he ain't even open it
I kept that sh*t in the street
You can get left when we meet
I censor the Glock, bleep
Bad lil' b*tch, she petite
(I'm 'bout to flood the Philippe)
Wrap it up, fold it up, wrap it up, fold it up neat
Mexican plug named Luis (I need a QP)
I'm counting up Jacksons, he
Hang out the window, whee
I got some Wock' in my pee
I get it lit, I get it wild
I got a big Glock on me now
Big four-five, n*gga, we go ka-blaow
I watch how you move, I'm peepin' your style
I walk in the house, give me all the loot
My OG shootin' sh*t like Uncle Drew
What do you take? b*tch, a W
Couldn't get your man, we gon' buck at you
Hold on, this n*gga Xan crazy
It's like five of us and one of you
I don't give a f*ck, it's more targets to shoot
I'm uppin' a glizzy, I'm robbing a few
Most of these n*ggas be b*tches
Man, since lil' n*ggas, they ain't botherin' you
I feel like a star, b*tch, I'm 'bout to shoot
Backdoor move, he think we in kahoots
[Chorus]
Internet gangster, he tryna get clout
Break down a brick like Wreck-It Ralph
Backdoor the plug, sh*t, wrong house
On GPS it say it's the right one
n*gga got spanked, his man tried to hype him
Keep this sh*t in the streets, why I gotta type him?
Three hundred in the clip like a, uh
Three hundred in the clip like a Chrysler