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Huh, RL pop out, bump-stock sittin' on the Blackout
Shots fired, know that we did it
Me and lil' Spazz, we in the trap like QuikTrip
Sell out the zot', we on Pump 6
Blood, GD, even Crip call up Money Gang
Go and send a motherfuckin' blitz
Better take a good look at the ho you cuffin', had her in the spot gettin' bent
(It's Da Plug, it's Da Plug)
Huh, yeah, I hope these niggas gon' sleep on a young nigga
Yeah (let it-let it run, Zay, let it run, let it run)
If it was up to me, P5, yeah
These niggas wasn't on shit, yeah (blatt)
Yeah (let's do it), they got problems on the way
Yeah, Before 5Problems (Maino)
Huh, RL pop out, bump-stock sittin' on the Blackout
Shots fired, know that we did it (blrrt)
Me and lil' Spazz, we in the trap like QuikTrip
Sell out the zot', we on Pump 6
Blood, GD, even Crip call up Money Gang
Go and send a motherfuckin' blitz (on Blood)
Better take a good look at the ho you cuffin'
Had her in the spot gettin' bent (alright)
15, if you would've said I'd make it off of rap
Nigga prolly thought you was cap (that's on Blood)
All we know is do 'em bad, rob him for his yaan
Take this shit right back to the trap
All we know is do 'em bad, slime him for his yaan
Nigga think he hard, he ain't that
Jumped off the motherfuckin' porch, Buzz Lightyear
Nigga, I ain't playin' with toys
He tried to buck 'cause he wanted a black bump-stock chop', send his ass to the Lord (on gang)
Hop in the motherfuckin' sprinter bus off a lick and I'm goin' straight-up on tour
Black Cartier, it don't tick, it don't glide
Night-night, overkill, spin 'em three times
Backdoor, he thought I came through the blinds
I'm in the bushes, can't run from P5
Percocet 30, bitch melt on my tongue
Head-tap, nigga, don't play wit' lil' Younn
Mind-chop' chop off his brain, he go dumb
Trap-spot beatin', pop out, Rolling Loud
You ain't got no Perc' for young Prada? Sit down
Money Gang, we done got rich off breakdowns
Exotic bag, prolly not comin' down (exotic, exotic)
We taxin' him bad, he won't go back around
Huh, RL pop out, bump-stock sittin' on the Blackout
Shots fired, know that we did it (blrrt)
Me and lil' Spazz, we in the trap like QuikTrip
Sell out the zot', we on Pump 6
Blood, GD, even Crip call up Money Gang
Go and send a motherfuckin' blitz (on Blood)
Better take a good look at the ho you cuffin'
Had her in the spot gettin' bent (alright)
15, if you would've said I'd make it off of rap
Nigga prolly thought you was cap (that's on Blood)
All we know is do 'em bad, rob him for his yaan
Take this shit right back to the trap
All we know is do 'em bad, slime him for his yaan
Nigga think he hard, he ain't that
Jumped off the motherfuckin' porch, Buzz Lightyear
Nigga, I ain't playin' with toys