Letras
I put my foot on the gas, takeoff
I cannot let these boys pass me
Make a move and the scene gone get nasty
He get jammed since he wanna be flashy
Keep a shooter on deck tell him, "Blast him"
So you already know he gone blast him
Mario bros, smashin'
He get hit with that glock if he back him
I hit that shit hold the neck
A chest shot'll will break out his back
Smoking dope in the back of the back
Got a glock with a tec 'round the neck
It's no warnings he talk he get stretched
I'on like when they talk out they neck
If we comin' we comin' correct
Nah if we comin,' we comin' with straps, facts
Bro throwing bullets he getting you picked off
Receive the pack like we just got the kick off
Shout out to Yola no Clifford that's big dawg
Won't fuck ya' bitch 'cause she don't get my dick hard
Quick ass spin right down your block
No mask on, throw coupla shots
Hit 'em up, ain't talkin' 2pac
Lift 'em up, yes, you can get rocked (uh)
I do my dance on that hoe (on that hoe)
Throwing ones while she dance up on the pole
I hit that shit on the low, sike
I hit that shit with my bro (uh)
Kick her out, that bitch gotta go
She gon' make me late for my show
And she loving the way that I flow
I'm hot, big drop and roll (uh)
Get with me, I'm catching vibes from Siri
They know I ride with killas
And them killas know how I get busy
Facts, it gets wicked and they know I stay on my pivot
Make a move and I swear you go missin'
Where he at? He swim with the fishes
I'm in the trap with a bad bitch
Get the pack and we flip it, no back flip
She doing tricks, gymnastics
He get jammed, start flexing n' flashing
My niggas spin and cause madness
All y'all niggas bitches and calibre
When we hit ya' block it get tragic
All jokes to the side we ain't laughing
I'm in the trap with a bad bitch
Get the pack and we flip it, no back flip
She doing tricks, gymnastics
He get jammed, start flexing n' flashing
My niggas spin and cause madness
All y'all niggas bitches and cabre
When we hit ya' block it get tragic
All jokes to the side we ain't laughing
Hold up, hold up, hold up
Gang shit, e'rdawg we about about it
Probably be Souf for law alone
Sometimes I think I'm just dusting a lil' rest off
A lil' weary, hold up, hold up, uh
Step back and hit like a rocket, pop it
I'm smoking dope with my partner
Feet up eating noodles, no lobster
Fuck one nigga you will get shot up (brrah)
Keep dawg swing dreads no rasta
My dawg Mira still King Mufasa
Do my dance on that bitch with a choppa
Like a bike with no breaks, you can't stop us
Hold up, hold up
Bro shoot that shit up, they don't know us
Got a glock with a laser, come show us
Got a shotta on deck with a pole, tucked
Saw that nigga in person, he froze up
Them hollows had lit that man soul up
Hit that shit by the neck and they know us
Smoking dope in the back of the Rover
I'm in the trap with a bad bitch
Get that pack and we flip it no back flip
She doing tricks, gymnastics
He get jammed start flexing n' flashing
My niggas spin and cause madness
All y'all niggas bitches and cabre
When we hit your block it get tragic
All jokes to the side we ain't laughing
I'm in the trap with a bad bitch
Get the pack and we flip it, no back flip
She doing tricks, gymnastics
He get jammed, start flexing n' flashing
My niggas spin and cause madness
All y'all niggas bitches and cabre
When we hit your block it get tragic
All jokes to the side we ain't laughing