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[Intro: $NOT]
BNYX
Ha-ha, aimin' that sh*t right at you
Yeah, yeah
Man, this sh*t crazy

[Chorus: $NOT]
I’ma smoke that sh*t like I'm a soldier (Pfft)
And this Glock stride like I'm a cobra (Go)
My new b*tch, she lookin’ like Oprah
I might f*ck that b*tch right on the sofa (Sofa, yeah)
I might pull up and dip with the Drac'
She suck on my di*k, she can't wait
Yeah, busted right in from the Jakes
Leave a body bloody by the bay (Go)
That's my boy but he got a revolver (Yeah)
It's a heavy but it came with the choppers (Yeah)
[?] call the doctor (Nah)
Nah, f*ck him, he dead like his partner (Pfft)
And my jit came from bread of a bottle (f*ck)
I might shoot out the roof in a Tahoe
f*ck a groupie, I need me a model
Go back then we out to Chicago (Yeah)

[Verse 1: $NOT]
(Pew-pew-pew) f*ck n*gga, I ran out of ammo
That's my plug, call him Fernando (Go)
I got camo like I'm a commando
Left, front, uppercut like I'm Kimbo
Left, front, like a f*ckin’ lieutenant
Left, front, like I don’t know who did it
Left, front, with your shorty, she with it
I don't give a f*ck ’bout no b*tch, I''ma go straight for the kill (Kill)
It's a dirty 30 no Perc’, lil' n*gga, get popped like a pill (Pill)
Number (N)ine on me, got the .9 on me, I ain't got no chill (Chill)
Come inside my whip, all white with the Forgiatto wheels (Wheels)
[Chorus: $NOT]
I'ma smoke that sh*t like I'm a soldier (Pfft)
And this Glock stride like I'm a cobra (Go)
My new b*tch, she lookin' like Oprah
I might f*ck that b*tch right on the sofa (Sofa, yeah)
I might pull up and dip with the Drac'
She suck on my di*k, she can't wait
Yeah, busted right in from the Jakes
Leave a body bloody by the bay (Go)
That's my boy but he got a revolver (Yeah)
It's a heavy but it came with the choppers (Yeah)
[?] call the doctor (Nah)
Nah, f*ck him, he dead like his partner (Pfft)
And my jit came from bread of a bottle (f*ck)
I might shoot out the roof in a Tahoe
f*ck a groupie, I need me a model
Go back then we out to Chicago (Yeah)

[Verse 2: UnoTheActivist]
Clapping n*ggas, yeah, we giving 'em brawls
That T-shirt look staged like I'm Johnny Bravo
I'm locked in the cage, now I'm going psycho
I come back with b*tches, n*ggas think I'm trippin'
I rub with my pitcher, genie in a bottle
That Glock got a switch, ripping off like half of your face, I told him it was vitiligo (Pfft)
I got 30 b*tches in the lobby (Phew), and they all say that they gon' swallow (Phew)
And they want me get up out my body (Let's go), so I gotta fill ‘em with some hollows
And my new b*tch look just like an actress (Go), they mistakin' her just for a model (Go)
I'ma f*ck and might not call tomorrow, and might beat a motherf*ckin' model (Dig)
[Chorus: $NOT]
I'ma smoke that sh*t like I'm a soldier (Pfft)
And this Glock stride like I'm a cobra (Go)
My new b*tch, she lookin' like Oprah
I might f*ck that b*tch right on the sofa (Sofa, yeah)
I might pull up and dip with the Drac'
She suck on my di*k, she can't wait
Yeah, busted right in from the Jakes
Leave a body bloody by the bay (Go)
That's my boy but he got a revolver (Yeah)
It's a heavy but it came with the choppers (Yeah)
[?] call the doctor (Nah)
Nah, f*ck him, he dead like his partner (Pfft)
And my jit came from bread of a bottle (f*ck)
I might shoot out the roof in a Tahoe
f*ck a groupie, I need me a model
Go back then we out to Chicago (Yeah)