[Verse 1]
Calling my phone but I won't pick up, why you tryna call, do you want dick up?
Young R.J., he be on some sick stuff, Playboi Carti, just trapped a brick, uh
Young R.J. just hit a lick, uh, she wants me, so I give her dick, uh
I'm the G.O.A.T. and that's a tick, uh, who's gonna go? Me or your bitch, huh?
Boy, look at the picture, please do not pick her
Music's eternal, not the woman you with, bruh
If you pick me then I beg you a fibber, I made six figures
How come I got my friends screamin' at me—stop, they all love me 'cause I'm makin' bops
Got 50 cents, let's go candy shop, that boy's an opp so we ran his block
Shanked his tounge, shagged his mum, T-bag on his face, then we ran, "Bro, run"
We'll kill all your fam' in a nanosecond, are we gonna go for your nan? I reckon
Lectures, my nan gave me lectures
All my bro's lost to the opps, yeah, they gone, but don't worry, I'ma take over the throne
Ray J said my name but I 'fer Kanye West, pay bitches cash now they all on my flesh
My fam smokin' hash, she do it the best
Remember when my fam was under arrest, remember when we ran from the feds
They sped their mo-peds, I bet they is ped's
Life's been segregated, just aim for my head, oh Lord
[Verse 2]
I just went fucked your bitch, bitch is you upset?
Pull up to your block and we spray with the TEC
I just went fucked your bitch, bitch is you upset?
Pull up to your block and we spray with the TEC
I just went a fucked a bitch, bribed the feds they cool
Pull out the MAC, that's my special tool
I just went a fucked a bitch, bribed the feds they cool
Pull out the MAC, that's my special tool
Dem man there opps (Yeah, yeah), nah, wi nuh fuck wid di cops (Wagwan, wagwan)
Dem man there opps (Yeah, yeah)
Nah, wi nuh fuck wid di cops (Wagwan, wagwan, we don't, we don't)
We don't we don't, all of these oppas just wantin' the smoke (Good Lord)
Calling my phone but I won't pick up, why you tryna call, do you want dick up?
Young R.J., he be on some sick stuff, Playboi Carti, just trapped a brick, uh
Young R.J. just hit a lick, uh, she wants me, so I give her dick, uh
I'm the G.O.A.T. and that's a tick, uh, who's gonna go? Me or your bitch, huh?
Boy, look at the picture, please do not pick her
Music's eternal, not the woman you with, bruh
If you pick me then I beg you a fibber, I made six figures
How come I got my friends screamin' at me—stop, they all love me 'cause I'm makin' bops
Got 50 cents, let's go candy shop, that boy's an opp so we ran his block
Shanked his tounge, shagged his mum, T-bag on his face, then we ran, "Bro, run"
We'll kill all your fam' in a nanosecond, are we gonna go for your nan? I reckon
Lectures, my nan gave me lectures
All my bro's lost to the opps, yeah, they gone, but don't worry, I'ma take over the throne
Ray J said my name but I 'fer Kanye West, pay bitches cash now they all on my flesh
My fam smokin' hash, she do it the best
Remember when my fam was under arrest, remember when we ran from the feds
They sped their mo-peds, I bet they is ped's
Life's been segregated, just aim for my head, oh Lord
[Verse 2]
I just went fucked your bitch, bitch is you upset?
Pull up to your block and we spray with the TEC
I just went fucked your bitch, bitch is you upset?
Pull up to your block and we spray with the TEC
I just went a fucked a bitch, bribed the feds they cool
Pull out the MAC, that's my special tool
I just went a fucked a bitch, bribed the feds they cool
Pull out the MAC, that's my special tool
Dem man there opps (Yeah, yeah), nah, wi nuh fuck wid di cops (Wagwan, wagwan)
Dem man there opps (Yeah, yeah)
Nah, wi nuh fuck wid di cops (Wagwan, wagwan, we don't, we don't)
We don't we don't, all of these oppas just wantin' the smoke (Good Lord)
( OCTOBERSFULLMOON )
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