Pep Rally lyrics

[Verse 1: Protect]
My young n*gga hop out, Gen5, hm, he tryna catch a hat (Huh)
ARP long as hell, I'm swingin' this b*tch like a bat (Huh)
Load the AK, this sh*t go, "Frrat" (What?)
I got 11K stuffed in the trap (In the trap)
n*gga, don't do nothin', he like to chat (Chat)
We like the reaper, hop out in black (Black)
I tried to drop his dot, like, f*ck, where he at? (Where he at?)
And I'm just a young n*gga, don't know how to rap (How to rap)
He left his gun at home, that boy like, "Crap" (Crap)
I cannot escape, b*tch, I'm stuck in the trap (In the trap)
Got drank in my coffee cup, this not no frap' (Not no frap')
b*tch, I'm not a dyke, but I keep me a strap (Keep me a strap)
We finna dunk on an opp like a alley (No cap)
b*tch, I was broke eatin' Checkers & Rally's (Ooh)
Now I got some money, come f*ck on a baddie (A baddie)
n*gga want smoke, b*tch, at me (Don't at me)
I don't got a gun, knock him out, Sean O'Malley (O'Malley)
This Christian Dior, I ain't rockin' no Bale' (Bale')
I might f*ck on white hoes, I think her name Sally (Sally)
I stay with Ball Hogs, b*tch, this a pep rally (b*tch, this a pep rally)

[Verse 2: sneak]
Yeah
I stay with Ball Hog, b*tch, this a pep rally
I'm with twin, n*gga, Liv & Maddie
Big FN, throw bullet like Madden
Big Draco breathe fire like dragon
Let's make a movie, n*gga, Woody Allen
You cannot live your life with no balance
I'm with the mob, boy, like an Italian
Already won, don't need no medallion
And shawty big thick, she a stallion
She goin' down on me like a talon
And these pus*y n*ggas don't got no talent
I got the water on me, f*ck a gallon
n*gga talkin' all this talk, ain't no challenge
Ridin' with this f*ckin' mop, this my fashion
And I blow this damn Glock with compassion
Slime that boy, n*gga turned red like salmon
I f*cked that white b*tch, her name was Shannon
I ain't gon' fight, b*tch, I got this cannon
I got this light, b*tch, look at the tannin'
I got a white plug, that boy named Tanner
n*gga in love with the bars like scanner
n*gga in love with the drink like Fredo
Yeah, we underwater, we use torpedo
He a copycat, but he can't be me though
My n*gga ready for blood, mosquito
Twin hit a lick, my shooter incognito
[Outro]
(If you not Ball Hog, then die)