Letras
Huh, flah
How you finna rob a nigga ass on foot?
Terrorize this shit, I get up, hang with the crooks
Shot 'em in the heart, I'm gon' try not to look
Yo' bih' keep bitin', showin' nothin' but a hook
I'm poppin' it in Philly, I be with the rooks
Fuck, get it back in blood, nigga know what I took
Finessed out on nigga with no hand that I shook
That's a new Gen5, this ain't nothin' for no schmuck
I'm rockin' out, you gotta write that down in a book
I'm eatin' all the plates, but they call me the cook
They steppin' on my toes, so I put on the hooks
We knockin' shit off, you better tell them to shush
Popped him in the ass, he got shot in the tush
Big Backwood, nigga smokin' on Kush, tah, frrt (Vanguard)
Macho libre, nigga hang with young Paolo
Send him on a mission like the 13 Apollo
Got that boy knocked, they tryna find that boy, Waldo
I bought all that gas, they gotta re-up tomorrow
I'm sellin' that white to a rapper, Jack Harlow
He just bought that 'cat, but they just stole that car door
Play with the mob shit, on ten, you know I get wicked like Nardo
You know I get wicked, like Wicked
I tell lil' bih', "Put in the digits"
Catch up to a opp, Velly ride with that .50
On a drift to his spot, pray to God, I don't miss him
I wan' up that car, we gon' shoot out the hinges
On the blacktop shootin', but they steady that trigger
Man, yo' ho suckin' dick, she just got her some fillers
(?) Cash App, I pull out them killers (die about it)
Care about my liver when I'm thinkin' 'bout Kyra
Babylife, know we pull up like a diaper
Caught that boy in traffic and up that lil' rifle
I'm high as fuck like the tower of that Eiffel
Y'all niggas keep gettin' robbed, but I know that's y'all cycle
Kickin' shit with Angelo before I ball with Michael
LV belt, but I ain't think about the title
Rehearsin' that lick, you know I shut down recital
Eight hundred thousand my DistroKid, that my right hand to the Bible (ten)
Now you can say that I were my idol
I ain't tryna talk, did I fuck her? I might've
Met her outside, but it felt good inside her
Boy, you's a opp, you was hangin' with my rivals
You not the shooter, boy, you just the rider
Glokk40Spaz, ain't got no time for no fighters
Glock gettin' hot, you know I took off the sweater
Gotta get him knocked, nigga, that my vendetta
Dead or alive, nigga, anythin' better
Headshot, call that the one time header
I'm in the Lamb' with the bando never
I'm throwin' all that money in the car, that bih' fall like a feather
I'm trappin' on the block in the rain, any weather
That bih' was gettin' ran down straight in the telly
(?) my hip, right before I got Kelly
Knife on the stick, but this bih' look like machete
Babylife Vamp, but the backside heavy (backside, tuh)
I shot the movie out the four, Cole Bennett
Caught him at the pic, that's a cold ass edit
Rack in my hand, I had to buy her a tennis
I'm just gettin' started, they thought I was finished
Commit a felon, I ain't somebody menace
You talkin' on the 'net, but act, ho, I don't get it
Mh, dead man, nigga cashed out on the skelly
That bih' don't want nothin' from B-Whoa but a present
I don't know 'bout they past, when I popped that ho, they sent 'em to Heaven
Makin' shit move, man, I feel like Eleven
Diamond cross on me, the brand new pendant
But you already knew shit was finna pop when you said it
Bad ass bitch, know she lyin', but she sexy
I'm holdin' the grudge, they know I want vengeance
Clip on the fire, that bih' keep extendin'
Yo' bitch at my crib, on the tip, she get bitty
Yo' bih' was a thot, should've been got the hit
Thirty thousand, know I keep that shit on my wrist
Nah, I ain't worried 'bout no diss
Nah, for real, I just hope that boy swift (Vanguard)