Lyrics
Graah, graah
Like get out the-, like
Free G nigga
Graah-Graah
Fuck is you talkin' bout, nigga
Like where the bros at?
I'm tryna bend like
Who tryna go meet they friend
KT, Gutt, Matt, Sam
Up knock with the both of my hands
Oh she do that hip shit
She tryna dance like
How many times did I send?
Six, what? Oh that's a fan
Backed out he got low on his mans
Matty, Park both of them bent
We ran through 5th
We blitzed through Lex
Lenox, Seventh that shit dead
Thats on bro I bend through on the pegs
OYK fuck all them niggas deads
Dudeylo better ask how I get
Notti died but yeah, he tried his best
Like, I'm about to pull up again Oh we got the drop?
Dont lack, bet when I hop out I'ma' start to black
Bro said he seen niggas, bend back
Like, I get too hyped with that strap
Don't need to chase him, this shit on his back
I should've clicked up on him, I did bad
He got low, I was tryna make a pack
Like, now I know where niggas at
Oh, Makk? That's what he jack?
Bet, I'm on they block where they trap
Munchie, ran thought he was gon' get packed
Back down nigga flew up the steps
Ratty died to the step
Oh my god OB missed his best
All them pills that he popped, he was stressed?
(Like- glaah glaah)
Oh my god OB missed his best
All them pills that he popped, he was stressed?
Like, Like where the bros at?
I'm tryna bend like
Who tryna go meet they friend
KT, Gutt, Matt, Sam
Up knock with the both of my hands
Oh she do that hip shit
She tryna dance like
How many times did I send?
Six, what? Oh that's a fan
Like, what the fuck? (graah-graah)
Suck my dick, nigga (graah-graah)
Better get out the
Skee-skee (come here, come here)
Graah, graah, graah-graah
Like, nigga free my twin, nigga