(Ayo, Tusk, you goin' crazy) Nigga (Vxsma) Yeah, yeah
Whole hood, fuckin' 'em up Runnin' up, yeah, lil' nigga, I'm hundred and up What we doin' to the opps? Shit, fuckin' 'em up Shit, what if that's her friend? She fuck bro, I was fuckin' her Them niggas plottin', they tryna catch me while I'm comin' up How you crash on a chase? Them niggas dumb as fuck I can't give no passes 'cause they wouldn't have if it was one of us Point to the brokest in the city, it ain't none of us
Yeah, bet they gettin' money if they rock with me Yeah, bitch, this Cough Syrup, I don't rock Dickie Yeah, I heard that boy a mouse, he a prop Mickey Baby, if you ain't an eight and up, then we cannot kick it Hot boys, hot cars, nigga, hot bitches That bitch can't be from the streets if her shit not tinted I can hit the switch and switch whips, this bitch not rented Even your kids lookin' up to me, bitch, I'm the hood minion Take them bitches out ridin' in them strikers, that shit not P How you say you gettin' cheese, but you can't buy no SRT? Dracos, mini mircos, Blackouts, and ARPs I ain't gotta wait 'til the video done this here'll clear the whole scene Give a broke nigga that pussy, bae, you weak I'ma see the bitch you don't like, fly her out for 'bout a week I might Rick the bitch down, I done dicked the bitch down I might hit the bitch again on the nights you ain't around I might slide on my opps when I land back in town Take my ghetto bitch on Michigan and let her shop around Yeah, packs comin' in, bro 'nem gettin' off Rap money good, I ain't got no problem trickin' off, yeah
Whole hood, fuckin' 'em up Runnin' up, yeah, lil' nigga, I'm hundred and up What we doin' to the opps? Shit, fuckin' 'em up Shit, what if that's her friend? She fuck bro, I was fuckin' her Them niggas plottin', they tryna catch me while I'm comin' up How you crash on a chase? Them niggas dumb as fuck I can't give no passes 'cause they wouldn't have if it was one of us Point to the brokest in the city it ain't none of us (Uh)
Whole hood been gettin' bucks and we been fuckin' niggas up (We been fuckin' niggas up) We up the score from where we stood on nigga, none of this ain't luck (None of this ain't luck) Ain't no back and forth with niggas if it's beef, he gettin' chucked (No back and forth) We could've got the easy opp we lookin' for niggas that duck (The ones that what?) Duck, duck, goose, we tappin' heads you better hope it just ain't you (You better hope) We hit up all the old opps but we still put shit on the news (Put shit on the news) And ain't no playin' both sides better think smarter when you choose (Better think smart) You with them niggas, huh? Your ass gon' get drenched with they ass too (Gon' get drenched with they ass too) Uh, backdoors, get you wiped nose, hope you niggas know (Uh, uh, hope you know) ARPs up in SRTs, watch 'em hit the floor (Hit the floor) Still'll clear the crowd without a switch we got plenty poles (Uh-uh, uh-uh, plenty poles) Bodies drop that ain't nobody know and we got plenty more, huh (Pretty Opp)
Whole hood, fuckin' 'em up Runnin' up, yeah, lil' nigga, I'm hundred and up What we doin' to the opps? Shit, fuckin' 'em up Shit, what if that's her friend? She fuck bro, I was fuckin' her Them niggas plottin' they tryna catch me while I'm comin' up How you crash on a chase? Them niggas dumb as fuck I can't give no passes 'cause they wouldn't have if it was one of us Point to the brokest in the city it ain't none of us
Yeah, nigga Point to the brokest nigga in the city, nigga You know it ain't us, nigga Niggas know we get money we been runnin' this shit up, nigga Ayy, niggas know they ain't fuckin' with us, nigga What we doin', gang? Glah
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Compositores: Lil Zay Osama, Mello Buckzz, Tusk, gyard & Vxsma