Lyrics
You can leave that intro, we 'bout to–, aw
Man we got JBans in the stu'
(You better get in tune, like) kha wit' me
(Hold on, oh, what?)
Lover got the 30 (Baow)
Plus see-through, with the laser (What?)
Word to my mother, he just, aw, man
I'm really EBK jJ, he wit' me and you
Know he droppin' rakes
You move hot, you get shot today
In the hood movin' tact', broke boy
You know how I play
Where you at, you could die today
If you not in my circle then
You know you outta place
Got some shooters that's outta state
I done told y'all already that
I ain't gon' hesitate
Like, call Choppa U-Haul 'cause
That nigga movin'
Hop out the V, I just might lose it
I got some shooters that's
Feenin' to boom 'em these niggas must
Think it's really just music
Like, don't ask if I'm Choo or am I Woo
Nigga, I'm Structure
Don't try to confuse it
He owe me bread, his ass on a pool stick
And I just might disrespect him
With a TD, I'm Victor, a Chevy
I'm Odell Beckham we cause terror like 9
11 call up the cuz and you
Know he finna wet 'em
I got shooters that's down to stretch 'em
Niggas jack beef
But you know I never met 'em
Bando can't wait to catch 'em
I been trappin' and juggin' since I
Was the age of seven i got a stick and move
Got a bad lil' bitch who'll line
You up for some shoes
She want Chanels from me
How you gon' move like you tough
And then tell on me?
And my shooters give Hell for me
But if I do the hit
They gotta have bail for me we spot 'em
My niggas spinnin' with so many options
I swear it's two or
Three different knockings
Bitches be fuckin' off Henny and vodka
Like, look, i love when they kick us