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I know what the fuck goinn, nigga

(You're a dead man, I'm sending you straight to hell)

Aight, bounce out with the Drac' got a drop in the Scat, we 'bout four deep in the seat

Heard a fuck-nigga talk on the net, so we X'in' him out if he diss in a tweet

Got a fifty-round drum with a box in the band, Lil Rue say they shoot for a week

I'ma throw me a bullet and fall on the floor we call that a QB sneak (okay)

And drop on a nigga with .762 and I'm makin' him drench

Pussy-boy thought he was Kobe but promise to God that Glock make a fuck-nigga flinch

These niggas dyin' this summer

Donnie boy stay with the two got me swank in the wrench

And these niggas high on they number

Bang on the block with that Glock never lack in the trench

I hit that pussy boy tender

Plow on this bitch and I get her, I send a ping when I bend her

Willie was chillin' in school, now he turn to a fool, why the fuck did he turn to a sinner?

Donnie Boy caught him my body in the middle of June, I'm plottin' on two in December

Old dumb-ass nigga that said it was out, on him, I promise to God I'ma get him

"I touch the ball before it went out, coach," I would've shot that nigga

I really carry a 30, I come off the hip, walk down on the block on a nigga

Nigga be dissin' in his song, what the fuck is he on? Same day they gotta drop on a nigga

Bobby Shmurda, just last week in the street we send something hot on a nigga

Fuck-nigga, pick up your mans (speak up)

I don't think a pussy-boy heard me

I'm screamin' out, "Fuck-nigga, pick up your mans"

I'm tryna walk on opp blocks, shot in the hip, he survived, God gave him a chance

Hawk shit down with a hot Glock, Donnie Boy play with that fire, gotta stay in advance

I mask up all day with a Drac' in the coat, no cap, I ain't showin' my hand

Long live Beezy, used to go tell him to spin, no cap, I'll throw you a band

I'm on the block everyday, twin high off the pill, that fuck-nigga owe me a Xan'

Damn it, I run out of ammo, I'll go draft me a gun, I swear I ain't playin'

(Dumb-ass nigga, dumb-ass)

(With the first pick of the 2025 Young Nigga Draft, this YN selects)

Man, fuck it, I draft me a Glock

I'm tryna walk shit down, switch on the back of this bitch and I'm makin' it pop

Fuck-nigga, Damian Lillard, shot in the heel, I promise that fuck-nigga drop

Donnie Boy hawk then I get him

Caught him while walking I spin him

Pull out a Drac' and I pin him

I'm really havin' shit on, while gettin' it on, walk down with Amiri my denim

Rock all black on the drill, when I hop out the V can't see 'cause the window I tint'em

I mask up and I pop out, and leave it discrete, walk down, went to heaven, I send him

I'm tryna catch me opp if you stay on the block, it give me adrenaline rush

I'll say no to the drill if they bring me a car and the windows ain't tinted enough

Got me and murder then watchin' the opp niggas cry, but Donnie ain't giving a fuck

We wanna slide, three of the opp niggas died, I promise I'm sending them up

We wanna bounce out blowin' with big ass Drac', can't wait 'til we bendin' 'em up

Outside hangin' with Brodie, get left in the field in a V with a ten in the pump

Headshot right after headshot, gotta stand over to see if I did it enough

Smokin' on Vic Van Lille, he was a bum-ass nigga, I'm digging him up

Rock all black in the car with a Drac' on the side, in the back it's a Gen in the trunk

Opp block ain't too far, his dumb-ass died, whole city be pickin' him up

Face shot, face shot, face shot, face shot, face shot, Draco'll finish him up

Karl-Anthony Towns, that nigga gay as fuck, we blickin' him up (pussy)

Yeah, nigga, after all shut yo' bitch ass up, nigga

Go to New York and rob your bitch-ass, nigga

Fuck you talkkin' 'bout? (Clown, nigga)

Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah

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