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Caught 'em lackin', say what's- okay, a'ight
Uh, roll up on, uh, a'ight
Roll up on, a'ight
Caught 'em late night
(D-Davy's)
A'ight
Roll up on 'em late night, gloves and Dracs
We following 'em home from the BP
Get on side of his whip, we hang out, let 'em have it
I turned that lil' bitch to a two-speed
They don't know if I killed them or if I was the driver
But I did both, I switched seats
That's a one-man drill, but I smacked like three
But I had to hop out with two feet
Yeah, I hop out with two feet
By myself, put a opp in a loose-leaf
Word in the town, niggas said that I can't come around
If it's smoke, tell the boy come shoot me
Pull up SRT, doggin' down the street
Bet hos get wet like, "Who is he?"
Had to hop out, parked outside
Couldn't sit in the class, keep an eye on the truancy
Fully stick get wild, we don't shoot at houses
The last time, it hit at the neighbors
Yeah, we spin out the striker
But this not a regular 392, this a shaker
Fuck a PS5, won't get no revive
When that hot shit come through your blinds
I'm ridin' with 30, he trippin' off yerky
Might jump out and grab you, I put it on God
Big switch, four nick, don't trip
Get up close, grab his shirt, take a look at his hip
Know I came here to handle my business
Ain't doing no playing, just catch me a murder and dip
He all in the bed and kissing and laying with this dirty bitch
I put dick on her lips
She give him up, we done ran in the spot and took everything
Somebody give him a beer
He stressing, know we need it, told 'em how it's slimy season
We taking everything, from shoes to watches, know we need it
Nigga know that it OD on every drill, reload, stick overheated
Mini micro Draco, tapping cherry bomb
Shoot through that hole for peeking
I say, "Line it up, come outside, get you a fair one"