Ayy, hey
I like this shit here, hold up
Some Chucky shit (Whoo)
Big choppa slice yo' flesh on some Chucky shit (Some Chucky shit)
Just suck the d**k, extra, uh, yeah, yucky shit
Hit your ass, now you look like rubber ducky jit (Quack, quack)
You's a squeaky b**h (Huh), and you speakin' jit (You tellin')
Speakin' to the f**' police on that other shit (Felon)
I am not from the motherfuckin' gutter, b**h (Lil' ho)
I'm from the bottom of the sewer, they kill your mother, jit (Like ***)
I'm drippin' sauce, I ain't drippin' no more butter, b**h (Nah)
Damn, b**h, huh, b**h
Young N**a World, b**h (Huh)
YJB shit (Yeah)
And we really lit (Yeah)
And we tryna get, a lick for thirty bricks (B**h)
B**h, that's thirty-six (Okay, ha, ha)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, hit a b**h (Yeah, ooh)
Lil' b**h (YNW shit)
Uh, okay, okay, lil' b**h
You know what I'm talkin' 'boy
I'm 'bout to, uh
I know, I know, I know (I know)
If he run up then I got to blow (Got to blow)
Beat that lil' b**h with the all gold .44 (The .44)
She wanna f**k but don't wanna f**k on my bro (My bro)
Stop it 'cause lil' bitty b**h better stop it
Up the pistol and pop it (Pop it)
N**a be talkin' that shit on they Instagram but they ain't never gon' pop shit (They weak)
And my young n**a be boolin' (Ooh)
We ain't never been on opp shit (SuWoop)
And you know a n**a bangin' G-Shine 'til my f**' body drop, b**h (Oh shit)
What you sayin'?
Who you with?
(Huh?)
Hit the b**h, kill 'em (Kill 'em)
Bodybuilder, handyman, keep the tool, drill 'em (Got 'em)
F**k the b**h on the floor, matter fact, kill her (Ayy)
Big Burga, big B (Ayy, ayy)
Go ahead, grill 'em (Ayy, ah, ayy, yeah)
Grill 'em (Ayy, ah, ayy, yeah)
Go ahead, grill 'em (Ayy, ah, ayy, yeah)
Woo, woo
Go ahead, grill 'em (Bow, bow, bow, I get 'em, bow, bow, bow)
I got 'em, right hand up, I won't testify
Right hand up, on my n**a I'm gon' ride
Right hand up, and if he move he gon' die
You f**k with my tent I swear to God you gon' die
You go under, under, call that boy six feet
Slash that, uh huh, your b**h she on my meat
Bad apple, okay, I bagged him with lil' skete
Flash that, flashback, on me
Bad apple, me and Sak we gon' beat
Baby little boy, you ain't what, you ain't want shit
9lokknine, uh, I tote Glocks and I tote sticks
B**h, uh huh, ay, b**h, Glock with them dicks
Choppa lay 'em down, he ain't want no smoke (Choppa)
We gon' lay 'em down, choppa at his throat
He like Wu-Tang, have 'em moon walk
Like hoe b**h, f**k on your whole b**h
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, especially
Pop at his noggin', kill 'em, leave 'em chilling
He ain't want no problem, kill 'em, yeah forget it
Brainflash, hit 'em up, yeah, choppa blow 'em down
Don't be a f**g clown, want no smoke regardless
B**h I'm slime regardless, n**a ain't know who talking (Slatt)
Hit yo ass up, hit the fool's mark
They like ooh shit, they like do this
Fina do things, we do be eating sushi
Shawty wanna do things, choppa boolin'
Riding doing things, now I'm rocking Gucci
He ain't want no smoke it up, Mr. Knock 'Em Out
Caught 'em blowing talk, yeah, yeah, oh shit, yeah, yeah
Name the Glock, bang the opps, bang the Glock
Bang the lick, I don't know
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