THROWIN’ SETS DOWN lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, all these n*ggas gettin' they sh*t took
The f*ck was the Draco, man?
Where, where was your shooters at? Know what I'm sayin'?
Where the f*ck was the Draco at? Who had the 30?
I thought n*ggas had sticks, man, like, ain't nobody had the 30?
b*tch ass n*ggas, where the stendo was at?
Yo, uh

[Verse]
Ridin' Route 80 with that work, n*ggas thumbin' out
Fastmoney, b*tch, so you know it's never runnin' out
Never played the bin but we had rock and we was drummin' out
Like Nick Cannon, b*tch, we pack cannons, get to sluggin' out
Feel like Metal Gear Solid out the projects, n*gga
Still doin' foreigns whether it's Sunset or it's Collins, n*gga
n*ggas debatin' if a n*gga signed a rap deal
Sign what? I'm in the trap still
OT, hittin' baddies from the back still
Places couples out doin' dates, I'm doin' snack meals
Yeah, I'm sippin' red but I be wishin' it was Act still
Yeah, shout my n*gga Leeks on that first cup
Just f*cked a b*tch, that's wavy, n*gga, surf's up
I'm hangin' 10 in that pus*y, uh
Gang sh*t, invite my friends to that pus*y, uh
Ha, pass a b*tch like a Nerf ball
Shot out of space, my first day back on Earth, dog
Haha, they don't get it though
Might let you rock about that sh*t, but I ain't forget it though
Got bad b*tches gettin' deaded like they regular
f*ck bad b*tches, yeah, I got about a plethora
I can't compete if I'm ahead of ya
Marry with McQueen and et cetera
YSL my b*tch, [?] sweater her
Why you think them up n*ggas sweatin' her?
Play with them racks like federal, uh
Haha, rock a durag to the Met Gala
Tinashe still playin', should've been smashed her
Tenth grade, I was trappin', tryna pitch faster
High speed chase, I got a way up, now the whip crashin'
Uh, that's on God, I really bumped them n*ggas
n*ggas speakin' on the kid, I'm not concerned with n*ggas
Uh, all my opps broke or they dead now
Out the coupe, throwin' sets up like, "f*ck your dead mans"
[Outro]
For real, n*gga
Like, Fastmoney, b*tch
076 or blow seven di*ks, you heard?