2023 lyrics

[Intro]
(Yeah, yeah)
Hold on, alright bet
Yeah
If I spin right now, he won't-, alright, fasho
(n*gga ain't really f*ckin' with me, gang)

[Verse]
If I spin right now, he won't live long
And my gang still trap off the flip phone
This ho' ain't eatin' di*k, tell her, "Get on"
I'm throwin' straight blue strips, out the redbone
This ho' got Slump6', on the ringtone
Ain't gotta rap beef, n*gga, I been on
Boy, you ain't the real thing, you a spin-off
This sh*t on me, Glocked up, you get sh*t on
Boy, you flexin' that money I sh*t out (On God)
n*gga pick yo' ass up, the n*gga gotta sit out
I'm shootin' n*ggas, call that sh*t a steak-out
My young n*gga, he cookin' sh*t just like a Steak-house
I'm in L.A., chillin' at a lake-house
Back-to-back choppa's, now y'all n*ggas bang-out
Get a drop, we shootin' at his hangout
I'm tryna f*ck this ho', and knock her frame out
Switch up on the Glock, he gettin' sprayed up
Four ho's in this whip, takin' me down
Beam on the Glock, it gotta chase a round
I'ma shoot at the bouncers, tryna shake me down
I was seen in my bag, I'm bringin' Che 'round
Hit that ho' wit' a "Hrrtt", that n*gga took a opp
Double cup wit' some money, like the dirty sock
Pass the Glock to my muddy, got him runnin' routes
Bring yo' ho', think she SexyyRed, she talkin' 'bout, "sl*t me out"
Want yo' bestfriend, either one of y'all
In my left hand, got a hundred-round
f*ck that test man, I'm a drop-out
Don't f*ck wit' yes man, that's a cop-out
I put her S-Class, b*tch, then I hop out
b*tch I went back, I like a top [?]
Ho' give the best neck, now she get cut quick
b*tch, It's that game, look who you f*ck wit'
"They said you shoot at n*ggas, and dumb b*tches"
n*ggas turn rat, can't keep it a buck wit' me
You ain't caught no M's, b*tch, you can't f*ck wit' me
Ho' got no self [?], all she know suck di*k
He said, "It's up", 'kay, b*tch then it's up wit' me
Tryna run off with the swag, put a fast one
Catch a opp down bad, turn to a blunt, n*gga
On bro, I peep sh*t on the net, for all you f*ck n*ggas
He got beat, and went to the stu' to write a song
But this white ho' said she like to see the dome, n*gga
Beam on the Glock, it sound like Donkey Kong, n*gga
I'm in L.A, we shootin' sh*t just like LeBron, n*gga
Yeah, he ain't tryna get into it
Beam on the Glock, throwin' bullets, Cam knew it
Walk inside the store, I'm hoopin'
On the stage wit' my stick, like it's Bamboo
.762 through his [?]
I can't, cuff a gnat, 'cause she ran through
Insane, how n*ggas lose it
All I do is take dubs, b*tch, I can't lose
Bullets flyin', they go through 'em
All my n*ggas really trained, b*tch, they on queue
[?], movin' stupid
Got a K, big stick, like we playin' pool
Pass to bro, we alley-oop
I'll hit his ship, and let it sink, n*gga, Tom Cruise
This ho' eat me up like sushi
n*gga ain't even talkin' hundreds, man, that sh*t blew me