(Yea Yea)
(Ch-ch)
I swing this bitch, from lane to lane
I pop out tryna' catch a Saint
I smoked exotic, he don't got no money
We gon' take his chain
Pop out early morning, catch me yawning
Turn him to strain
My lil' IG bitch, I fucked her once, and fell into the game
Hold on
Place from out of state, like fuck the shells let's do the race
Lil' bro keep a bookbag but, that bitch still on his waist
I done flipped a couple P's today, can't lie I'm feeling great
If they want Glocks, I buy my shorties Glocks, for hots I buy them straights
He in the way, put money on his top then get him out the way
I bought a Glock, I bought a MAC, A doubled back to buy a Drac'
My mug be reekin', I can't say no names cause that might start a case
Foenem' say I'm tweaking, I be spinnin' blocks til' I catch a face
We gon' spin until we can't
No Casamigos, bitch this drank
I shoot this bitch until it clank
This .7762 stop a tank
Said he gon' kill me, but he ain't
His ass a goofy, got no rank
Fuckin' on this opp lil' hoe, I was gon' eat it but she stank
Playing with my name, that's how you end up like the last nigga
Yeah, you got a face but I want her because her ass bigger
And ion' never trick but she pick me because my bag bigger
I had couple fights, but this .45 right here a ass kicker
I gave Lil' Three a lo', he came right back, that boy a fast killer
Dissing in yo' captions, boy don't make that be yo' last picture
Yeah I rap, but I step for real, so you know I can brag
When I pop out with my switch, you know I keep a extra Mag with me
Brick right there, my dog, so I'm a say I got Shaggs
They say it's money on his head, so i'm just hunting like it's a time limit
Take my glasses off, and shoot him, so he got popped by a blind man
It damn near thirty dead opps, somebody tell me that I'm lying
I swing this bitch, from lane to lane
I pop out tryna' catch a Saint
I smoked exotic, he don't got no money
We gon' take his chain
Pop out early morning, catch me yawning
Turn him to strain
My lil' IG bitch, I fucked her once, and fell into the game
Hold on
Place from out of state, like fuck the shells let's do the race
Lil' bro keep a bookbag but, that bitch still on his waist
I done flipped a couple P's today, can't lie I'm feeling great
If they want Glocks, I buy my shorties Glocks, for hots I buy them straights
I swing this bitch, from lane to lane
I pop out tryna' catch a Saint
I smoked exotic, he don't got no money
We gon' take his chain
Pop out early morning, catch me yawning
Turn him to strain
My lil' IG bitch, I fucked her once, and fell into the game
Hold on
Place from out of state, like fuck the shells let's do the race
Lil' bro keep a bookbag but, that bitch still on his waist
I done flipped a couple P's today, can't lie I'm feeling great
If they want Glocks, I buy my shorties Glocks, for hots I buy them straights
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