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[Intro]
Damn, damn

[Chorus]
My n*gga we trappin' underhand, underhand
Why can't I trust my own man
Really I can't trust no b*tch
Hell yeah man my n*gga with the sh*t
My n*gga with the sh*t and he not no snitch
Call Of Duty man you know we shootin' sh*t
You got hitmarkers man I know you gon miss
We be in the streets man this sh*t not no diss
She like me and she say she want a kiss
Hell nah b*tch I can't take no risk
Can't hit no lick with you boy that's a risk
I can't wait to bust down my wrist
Sippin' wock I ain't sippin' on Tris
n*ggas plottin', why this Glock on my hip
Don't try nothin' you gon get hit in the hip
f*ck the club, give a f*ck bout the VIP
I like Marijuana, I like zips
And I like pounds too
She wasn't around me when I was down too
I don't even wanna be around you
I was probably high when I found you
You a b*tch, give his ass a tutu
Big Glock this is not a 22
I'm posted in the cut n*gga and I'm smokin' on some endo
Post outside yo door with thе Glock, n*gga, big extendo
Yea I ridе through my city real low nobody know I'm there ho
But I ride with the Glock, yeah, sittin' right there on the chair though
Damn 12 hot n*gga when a n*gga look out the window
f*ck 12 n*gga, they ain't know sh*t and I know too
Glock in my hand right now as I record this song
Rollin' up KK I ain't talking Krusty Krab but i'm smokin' strong
And I got too many plays on the way, lil n*gga go alone
Tryna talk real sh*t on the mic boy this not no sing along
I don't need no autotune, I do the same on my own
The things that I went through, I went through on my own
Text everyday and I know she see her phone
She don't love me no more, tryna figure out where I went wrong
I don't really need no autotune
Got choppas with me and all my goons
When I blow up, when I go Kaboom
Don't try to ask me for some money, you doom
Y'all n*ggas live ya life so fake, cartoon
And I can see the ocean, and the lake, and the moon