Lyrics
Baow, like, baow-baow-baow, nigga
Like, ah, it's that Mizzy nigga
Like, like, like, baow
Like, like, ah, like
Dickhead
Everywhere I go I got a Glock in my pants, like
I'ma flick on his mans, like
I'm 'bout to make him dance
And he can't even reach, I won't give him a chance
I can tell that he pussy, you can tell by the stance
Don't ask me who I'm smoking, bitch, I'm smoking Bandz
Like, how times he done ran?
When I hop out, I'm throwing, I hope it don't jam
Why you throwing up Hat, doing vids on my block? Bet
I'm 'bout to make it hot
You gon' get shot 'cause you doing that bop
I'll be back there tweaking, I'm dumping my chop
They know my bop, Mr. Stay With a Knock
And I'm crashing that jet it's gon' land in a box
Like, fuck lil' Sammy got shot in his back
To this day, nigga never got back
I know I said that on a couple of tracks
That's how true it is, nigga, get back
I'm still tapping my neck, he ain't die 'cause he fat
Word to bro nigga, I never lack
I told Dotty, "Who that? Nigga we moving tact'"
Like, he move hot then we packing the pack
Like, I'm outside and I'm dropping the Hat
I'm with JStar, the B, he throwing up the Makk
Like, Sha, you need to stop
Nigga ran on Woo he died
Nesty, you dirty and popped
Stopped smoking his bestie but nigga is out
Oh shit, I'm too hot
Catch me a 41, put him in the sky
Kyle Richh, you can't fight
Catch lil' Jenn, put hands on that dyke
And lil' Tata you know it's on sight
Run into me, you better have your pipe
We ain't dropping no beef, better pick your side
It's up and it's stuck 'til the day that I die
Hop out, we around, we out to the T's, we gon' park up inside
See Stunna, don't geek, we gon' make that boy–
See Stunna, don't geek, we gon' make that boy cry
African boy, send that boy to Allah
We see fake drip, we know that it's y'all
Youssef got hit and he still wanna rap
But in real life that nigga really should've died
Youssef got hit and he still wanna rap
But in real life that nigga– that nigga should've died
Youssef got hit and he still wanna rap
But in real life that nigga really should've died
Ayo, Dot, who that in that whip?
I don't know who that is, but throw me the assist
I ain't passing off, I got another grip
Aight, bet, then we making it lit
Like, baow, baow, we goin' on that hit
Like, ahh, ahh, niggas know how we get
If she jacking the opps, she get shot with the grip
We gon' do her like 'Lila, left in the crib
Oh, bet, y'all wanna diss?
That's why I'm smoking on Spazz, nigga resting in piss
Like, lil' Ta shot his self with the blick
Like, me and Dotty goin' on that trip
Fuck KG, died in the whip
I'm a dreadhead oota, tryna catch a hit
Sev-OK all that shit to my dick
Niggas know how we personally get
Bitch try to line me then urder she wrote
JB, Diddy, caught shots to the throat
They diss on my mans, better stay with a pole
Say they spin through my side, but they never gon' throw
Try spin through the– shh, catch 'em loafing
Nigga said I ain't spin, nigga coaking
I'm on they block, gotta keep my eyes open
Too many shots out the G, think I broke it
They diss on my mans, tell 'em pick up a chop
Dougie, Sha Gz, both got shot
Rah, Ray, both head popped
He get hit with a bullet if he doin' that bop
Runnin' like Ricky, you know that boy ran
I could never do bad, every scene let it blam
Boom first, I won't give him a chance
Try to push up on me, I bet you he won't dare
When I saw Yus, told my niggas to flick
Fucking forgot we left G in the whip
Saw the fear in your face, you was scared as a bitch
And the next time I see you, better have your grip
Y'all just dissing my brother so y'all can get lit
See that dyke, put her in a spliff
And the midget a bitch, nigga never did shit
Catch him, throw him in a ditch
Niggas say shit a game 'til they lose a nigga
Niggas talking 'bout guns, I'ma boom it
If he slide on my block, try to boom a nigga
I put that on your life, you gon' lose it
Heard a couple niggas tryna bend
Like, who tryna go meet they friend?
We got knocks in the V, we ain't stopping for–
Like, no, we ain't stopping for feds