[Intro]
And just like paper, he gon' fold
And just like Home, I get to the O's
I make him float, just like a boat
Designer my glasses, I can't even see
I got two twin Glocks, I ain't talkin' 'bout DD
I feel like John Cena, he can't even see me
I pour up the Wock', mix it with the ice
I'm in a casino, I'm rolling the dice
Uh, uh, huh
Gang, gang, gang, gang
[Chorus]
Gang bitch, I'm in the coupe (Aye)
All of my niggas tote blicks
I ain't talkin' bout Beyblade, but I let it rip
It's a walk down, run down, gimme that pole
And just like paper, he gon' fold
And just like Home, I get to the O's
I make him float, just likе a boat
Designer my glasses, I can't еven see
I got two twin Glocks, I ain't talkin' 'bout DD
I feel like John Cena, he can't even see me
I pour up the Wock', mix it with the ice
I'm in a casino, I'm rolling the dice
[Verse]
You don't wanna die? Better talk to me nice
We spinnin' his block, not once, but twice
Give a fuck 'bout the tag, I don't care about the price
It's 2021, I'm in your device
Run off with his shit, just like Boonk Gang
And you can get hit, just like a freight train
He wanna talk, we can get lethal with weapons
I run to the loot and he comin' in seconds
I'm in the trap making flips, Jeff Hardy
Bitch, I get the bullets they beatin' his body
Bitch, I got a white plug, his name Bobby
He runnin' the game, he get sent to the lobby
Oh he got a chain? Gimme that shit
Bitch, I'm on the block and I'm serving the bricks
I don't got a gun, he get hit with a brick
I got all these bands, so I don't give a shit
Aye, I hop out the van 'cause we tote blicks
Bitch, I'm in the hood and I'm hitting this lick
I shot up his car, then I dip like chips
I hop out the bullets, they hittin' his fits
I get to the green like celery
He talkin' 'bout money, boy what is you tellin' me?
I hang with the killers and robbers
He said he got guns? Well, my gun it shoot farther
Bitch I'm in the vip with my niggas, they ballers
And I'm in a whip with a nigga named Walter
I'm serving the bricks, bitch I feel like a waiter
The bullets they chew him up just like a gator
He talkin' that shit, bruh I swear he a hater
I'm not a giver, boy, I'm a taker
My diamonds they white, bitch I'm feeling like paper
And I get the heat like coffee maker
And just like paper, he gon' fold
And just like Home, I get to the O's
I make him float, just like a boat
Designer my glasses, I can't even see
I got two twin Glocks, I ain't talkin' 'bout DD
I feel like John Cena, he can't even see me
I pour up the Wock', mix it with the ice
I'm in a casino, I'm rolling the dice
Uh, uh, huh
Gang, gang, gang, gang
[Chorus]
Gang bitch, I'm in the coupe (Aye)
All of my niggas tote blicks
I ain't talkin' bout Beyblade, but I let it rip
It's a walk down, run down, gimme that pole
And just like paper, he gon' fold
And just like Home, I get to the O's
I make him float, just likе a boat
Designer my glasses, I can't еven see
I got two twin Glocks, I ain't talkin' 'bout DD
I feel like John Cena, he can't even see me
I pour up the Wock', mix it with the ice
I'm in a casino, I'm rolling the dice
[Verse]
You don't wanna die? Better talk to me nice
We spinnin' his block, not once, but twice
Give a fuck 'bout the tag, I don't care about the price
It's 2021, I'm in your device
Run off with his shit, just like Boonk Gang
And you can get hit, just like a freight train
He wanna talk, we can get lethal with weapons
I run to the loot and he comin' in seconds
I'm in the trap making flips, Jeff Hardy
Bitch, I get the bullets they beatin' his body
Bitch, I got a white plug, his name Bobby
He runnin' the game, he get sent to the lobby
Oh he got a chain? Gimme that shit
Bitch, I'm on the block and I'm serving the bricks
I don't got a gun, he get hit with a brick
I got all these bands, so I don't give a shit
Aye, I hop out the van 'cause we tote blicks
Bitch, I'm in the hood and I'm hitting this lick
I shot up his car, then I dip like chips
I hop out the bullets, they hittin' his fits
I get to the green like celery
He talkin' 'bout money, boy what is you tellin' me?
I hang with the killers and robbers
He said he got guns? Well, my gun it shoot farther
Bitch I'm in the vip with my niggas, they ballers
And I'm in a whip with a nigga named Walter
I'm serving the bricks, bitch I feel like a waiter
The bullets they chew him up just like a gator
He talkin' that shit, bruh I swear he a hater
I'm not a giver, boy, I'm a taker
My diamonds they white, bitch I'm feeling like paper
And I get the heat like coffee maker
( Grimlxck )
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