Letras
(Ayo, Kezzy, this shit got me trippin') grrah, grrah, grrah
Grrah, grrah, like, yeah (marstikkupp)
Like, yeah, like, word to bro
Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah
Like, boy tryna slide where he
Like, jackin' the six, I park that nigga Maybach, like (grrah, grrah)
Like, word to bro
Grrah, grrah
Like, yeah (like)
Like, bro tryna slide where he lay at
Jackin' the six, I park that nigga Maybach (grrah, grrah, boom)
I smoke Deady, where his brains at? (Deady)
Lookin' for Notti, where that nigga train at? (Like)
What the fuck? I made niggas say that (what the fuck?)
If you owe me, nigga, better pay that
Like, please do not run, I need payback
TG not Crip, why the fuck did he claim that? (Word to bro)
Like what? My niggas don't play that
Like, bullets is knockin' his brain back
If you want me to pop out, just say that
If I throw a shot, that's on bro, he gon' lay back
Don't try to push up on me, that's a dub
Deady off Deady, I don't do the drugs
Like, bro, why would you run?
Matt Sav, Damo, I could feel the punch
KC catch 'em, I don't give a fuck
Like, why that nigga actin' tough? (Like)
I catch B, I'm not showin' love (word to bro)
He jack COE, then he goin'
Like, nigga goin' up
(Like, Noah, Yellow blunts)
Like, Blay, Nazzy, Gutt (grrah, grrt, these niggas soft)
I let off two 'cause I was in a rush (like)
Like why niggas like to play crazy?
Now I gotta introduce 'em to KC
R.I.P. bro, still totin' on Stacy
Roll the pain, got my vision to hazy
Like, why would you think that I'm loafin'?
I got a baddie, she tote this
Niggas is mad 'cause the Sweepers is chosen
Don't need the scalp, I tote knockers, explosives (sweepers)
If I don't got the Glock, yeah, I fold them
If he don't take his clip before drills, then he bogus
Oh, he a tough guy? I'll expose him
Nigga, I did a lot on my own shit