Do that and then let the music do something
And then do that again
That'll be enough for a record
I mean you only want two and a half minutes if you can get it
You know three minutes max
Glah glah glah
You know I can't f**k with the opps You know that these bitches is bops
You know how we rock Brody gon clap if I tell him
Stop frontin stop cappin Barely get money but claim y'all be trappin
Not a rapper I did this for fun
And Brody gon' up it if you try to run
They like Riz why you always dolo
Can't f**k with fake bitches that shit is a no no
Like guitar hero hittin solos K3 my body yeah you know the logo
KCC make a pretty face Walk in the party the grip on my waist
Shoutout Reese for holdin' it down She got my back when nobody around
She Jamaican so we keep them shottas Bitches too fake kill em off like impostors
Told the members just stick to the plan. Promise we all gon run up some bands
My producer really the shit Locked in the mac this might be a hit
Damn my producer really the shit. Locked in the mac this might be a hit
Damn we see a opp put em six feet
Try to run we gon hawk em down with the green beam aye
Run your mouth, thinkin' that this shit sweet
Momma wakin up to her son on the big screen aye
I keep Big K with me pushin the V all the way till it's empty damn
I keep Big K with me pushin the V all the way til its what
I be with niggas who sturdy Jackin that shit but I'm really from Jersey
I be dolo cuz bitches be shady Jackin a friend but you lowkey hate me
Tough on the net sad behind closed doors Had to cut you off from a closed door
Play about mine then it's up for all yours Pull up real tact in a 4 door
Pull up real tact with the camp
Price just went up so you know in advance damn
Like what, like what Damn
They like Riz why you always dolo Can't f**k with fake bitches that shit is a no no
KCC Make a pretty face walk in the party the grip on my waist
