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Yeah, c'mon
Uh, uh, yeah, c'mon
(Go Grizz)
Uh, uh
Uh
Switch too fast, can't get away, hop out broad day, make a scene
Late night riding 'round withe Drac, I put shit up for the team
Bro off Percs and drank, I swear that boy get higher than Celine
Lil' bitch wanna fuck, I told her, "You ain't mine, you can leave"
This shit indo, you ain't high yet? Close that window
I ain't the type to pick you up or drop you off, I'll send a Lyft, ho
I'm with 2way, know they come through two ways blasting out a limo
When we hit blocks, we tryna tap that top, we slice shit up, no Kimbo
Now let's talk 'bout that pape, shit, chasing every day
Suicidal doors on side 'Vette, rather drop tears in the Wraith
We was screaming get back before Fatt, long live King Kong, HK
I heard diamonds make these little hos wet
They don't even gotta see your face, for real
Bitch backdoor tryna set me up, no way, get killed
If they disrespect your brother on any day, go spill
Scoom one of them guys for real, send shit to the skies for real
And been put on of these niggas before I signed a deal
Perfect time, right? I done got my mind right
I was just fucked up, I needed help, you pressed decline, right?
Bitch got more than three under her belt, she ain't the fine type
Big bro like, "I put bodies on the shelf before your time, Ikee"
Perfect time, right? I done got my mind right
I was just fucked up, I needed help, you pressed decline, right?
Bitch got more than three under her belt, she ain't the fine type
Big bro like, "I put bodies on the shelf before your time, Ikee"
Forever want revenge
I know one nigga died, they wasn't satisfied, so they went and killed his twin
Bro the type to do the Devil work, so he won't make amends
Tryna make it to where my momma never work, that's why I'm locking in
My bitch said, "This shit ain't gon' never work," found out I fucked her friend
I'm the type apologize, do it again, I'm too real, I can't pretend
Nigga get in jam and tell they business, shit getting outta hand