[Intro]
Hey
Chill, chill, chill, chill
You know what the fuck goin' on, nigga
[Verse]
I'm a walkin' Perky, ho, I'll forever stand on ten (Neutron)
Only thing probably hard as me? The Sixers tradin' Ben
Since a young boy, pullin' up with O, they think that nigga Ben
Smokin' on, oh no, who rolled this blunt? It smell like [?]
Smell like [?], ain't no Starbucks in my coffee cup (Uh-uh)
The opps should be a lil' strong by now, they don't do nothin' but pick coffins up
Nigga, I don't do no secret beefin', I want you to know who shot shit up
Nigga don't ask free shows and features, what? You must be lost, big bruh (Huh?)
I feel like The Beard the way I make the plays and get the racks
Go to Cali, pick out my own bag so I ain't gotta send 'em back
Well, I don't know, this ho five hundred more, but them hoеs tit-for-tat
Sneaky link, I'm keepin' shit so low, I'm like, "Who bitch is that?" (Who bitch?)
Thick as shit, booty match her tittiеs, got her a lil' BBL
She a ratchet bitch livin' in disguise, man, that ho easy as hell
This bitch mouth so smart I text the block, but she didn't read that well
So close to the top, but I be high, so I couldn't even tell (Woah)
Ho, go downstairs and vacuum clean me with the head game
LA bitch, call her Cooper Kupp, she catchin' everything (Ooh)
7.62 bullets goin' through any and everything
This micro-Draco made of wood and steel, somethin' like a bed frame
No, no more hide-and-seek no more, we call it manhunt
Nigga dropped two disses, no response until his mans slumped (Hah)
Nigga miss his free throws, I'm the type of nigga and-one (Woah)
Type of nigga fuckin' on your bitch, she just ain't sayin' nothin' (Shh)
I ain't never ran from a nigga, but I ran it up
I can't even count how many pussy niggas ran from us
Jit fired with the Rudolph 'tween the eyes, type shit put Santa up
Type nigga put the guns up 'fore I ever get in front a camera, bruh
Told the opps they ain't even gotta smoke no cigarettes, I got the cancer for 'em
Drac' and Glock, gain trust for me less than two minutes [?] (Hah)
Flippin' the joint, talkin' 'bout my Drac' slightly curved like a swan
I be puttin' this bitch inside my pants like I'm tryna keep it warm
N-E-U-T-R-O-N, just teachin' my son how to spell Neutron (Okay)
M-E-M, that's where I'm from, I fuck with Trip, guess I'm a don (Huh?)
TSA, I made it through, guess I'm a terrorist, flew the bomb
CGMG what it's been, cash, guns, and more guns
[Outro]
Can't forget the bullets, can't forget the funds
Ayy
Jizzle Baby
You know what the fuck goin' on
Hey
Hey
Chill, chill, chill, chill
You know what the fuck goin' on, nigga
[Verse]
I'm a walkin' Perky, ho, I'll forever stand on ten (Neutron)
Only thing probably hard as me? The Sixers tradin' Ben
Since a young boy, pullin' up with O, they think that nigga Ben
Smokin' on, oh no, who rolled this blunt? It smell like [?]
Smell like [?], ain't no Starbucks in my coffee cup (Uh-uh)
The opps should be a lil' strong by now, they don't do nothin' but pick coffins up
Nigga, I don't do no secret beefin', I want you to know who shot shit up
Nigga don't ask free shows and features, what? You must be lost, big bruh (Huh?)
I feel like The Beard the way I make the plays and get the racks
Go to Cali, pick out my own bag so I ain't gotta send 'em back
Well, I don't know, this ho five hundred more, but them hoеs tit-for-tat
Sneaky link, I'm keepin' shit so low, I'm like, "Who bitch is that?" (Who bitch?)
Thick as shit, booty match her tittiеs, got her a lil' BBL
She a ratchet bitch livin' in disguise, man, that ho easy as hell
This bitch mouth so smart I text the block, but she didn't read that well
So close to the top, but I be high, so I couldn't even tell (Woah)
Ho, go downstairs and vacuum clean me with the head game
LA bitch, call her Cooper Kupp, she catchin' everything (Ooh)
7.62 bullets goin' through any and everything
This micro-Draco made of wood and steel, somethin' like a bed frame
No, no more hide-and-seek no more, we call it manhunt
Nigga dropped two disses, no response until his mans slumped (Hah)
Nigga miss his free throws, I'm the type of nigga and-one (Woah)
Type of nigga fuckin' on your bitch, she just ain't sayin' nothin' (Shh)
I ain't never ran from a nigga, but I ran it up
I can't even count how many pussy niggas ran from us
Jit fired with the Rudolph 'tween the eyes, type shit put Santa up
Type nigga put the guns up 'fore I ever get in front a camera, bruh
Told the opps they ain't even gotta smoke no cigarettes, I got the cancer for 'em
Drac' and Glock, gain trust for me less than two minutes [?] (Hah)
Flippin' the joint, talkin' 'bout my Drac' slightly curved like a swan
I be puttin' this bitch inside my pants like I'm tryna keep it warm
N-E-U-T-R-O-N, just teachin' my son how to spell Neutron (Okay)
M-E-M, that's where I'm from, I fuck with Trip, guess I'm a don (Huh?)
TSA, I made it through, guess I'm a terrorist, flew the bomb
CGMG what it's been, cash, guns, and more guns
[Outro]
Can't forget the bullets, can't forget the funds
Ayy
Jizzle Baby
You know what the fuck goin' on
Hey
( Casino Jizzle )
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