Lyrics
Huh, huh
That lil nigga shoot from deep, he think he Luka
Come on
(Damn bitch, Third Go Crazy)
Got heavy motion nigga, huh
We got heavy motion, we got hella motion
My nigga heavy, pour that shit up, he ain't even notice
Lil bro bring me a hat back and he get a bonus
That lil nigga shoot from deep, he think he Luka Doncic
Heffe just did a whole box
I'm smoking flavor station nigga, I can't help but cough
Chin up, chest out, any time I took a loss
Then get back to it nigga, it ain't shit to shake 'em off
Aye fye, come wake 'em up, pussy what you take me for?
A fuckin' fool, I'm nothin' like your friend, he fake as fuck
I'm still that dude, gotta wave my fire and shake the room nigga
Go with your mood, way before I had these views nigga
We been made of news, I'm talkin' bout break it nigga
I'm tryna take it there with anybody who playin'
See what I'm sayin'? If he hidin', go get his man
Never thought I'd push a Maybach, we were jumpin' out of vans
Nigga know who push his face back, he ain't did shit for his friend
Nigga grip a Glock, go slam a box, or grab a hot and flip the VIN
We still SRT livin', pussy, however, get it in
Do no playin', feet to the pavement nigga, I'm on all ten
Biggest boom inside the room nigga, it's a Glock Ten
It's a Glock Ten nigga (it's a Glock Ten)
(Huh, I bet that bitch take down a bear nigga, I'm on all-)
(This a-, inside the room, nigga, it's a Glock-)
Ayy look, this a G-Ten
Know I spend that shit, ho, I ain't finna pretend
I went head first off that porch and I dove in the deep end
And then I dove into that paper, pussy, I need deep end
We still pushing gang shit
We still pushing fast cars, fine shit right in the front, nigga
Huh, I'm still tryna put that rapper in the blunt
I'ma put these bows on my lil' brother dem' before I ever pull a stunt
And run it up
We goin' live, I love the fires, it frees all our rent
Aye bitch, these niggas ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'
Ten racks, that chump change, my lil' nigga a tap, yo, motherfuckin' muffin
He just waitin' for me to say it, I come through and tap a button
It look like I'm pressin' play, he was on that grind, kept sayin' my name
We was on that block the same day
I'm in that car, I'm clutchin' ten, I can't go like Buddy did
Huh, I blow my stick, I bet lil' bro do the same thing
I just spent that body on a fix
I'm talkin' one thou-wow on some wrists, nigga, huh
I'm a big dawg, I'm goin' presi' plain jane
We goin' big on everything
Solitary wedding rings, for my wife
Whatever she want, that's hers, that's out the gate
I still put these niggas on the plate
Big house, look at my estate
I be lookin' at myself like, this nigga trim, he came from section eight