Go search me on Google, I keep me a Chrome
He doing that talking, pull up to his home
Talk tough on a app, niggas beef on a phone
He called me an opp then I'm whacking his dome
Put him on a tee and we tagging his toe
We can't tag a opp then we tagging his bro
Going straight to the top used to be on the floor
Niggas stacking up dumb, but I'm grinding for more
Niggas be lame they ain't having no motion
Ain't bout no talking don't do the commotion
Diamonds so wet like I hopped out the ocean
Drown in these diamonds I need me a floaty
Niggas ain't having no sticks he a goofy
Can't wife a thot, you know she a groupie
We get the clips gеt to shooting like movie
Call my nigga ratchet hе slanging the toolie
Got a lil shorty, she bad and she boujee
I'm in the trap whippin' down with the uzi
Blend that boy up and turn him to a smoothie
We finna slide and I'm not talkin Toosie
Cooking him up, turn him into Sushi
Lean in my cup, I feel like Lil Boosie
Turn up the beat I get sturdy and groovy
Won't beef with a nigga that's fruity and groupie
[?] on his head like Tony Montana
Mix up the lean with a Sprite and a Fanta
Be in the North, you'll think that I'm Santa
He my lil son, ima buy him a pamper
He just been talking, that nigga a hater
These niggas fold, ain't talking no paper
Clip to his head like I gave him a taper
I got the fire in New York with a razor
Y'all might think Ima switch up the beat
Can't right now cause my girl for the streets
I do not want her I just want the cheeks
Might as well go ahead and switch up the beat
I ain't even finna cap to yall I'm not finna switch up the beat
Sike gang
Glock on my hip and its one on my hip
He is a sap, yeah, that boy is a simp
My money blue I ain't even a crip
I got a Draco, I walk with a limp
You ain't my gang you ain't never been
Had a Glock 9 before I was 10
You ain't my gang nigga we ain't friends
I'm tryna spin on him in a Benz
Aim for his head and knock off his lens
Glock got a kick like Jackie Chan
Been in the Stu, tryna make some bands
I lost a fight but I never ran
Baby, take my hand
I promise we'll be fine
'Cause baby, I am yours
And baby, you are mine
But baby, trust me again
And baby, we'll be fine
And now she's walking
And I don't understand, baby, why can't you
He doing that talking, pull up to his home
Talk tough on a app, niggas beef on a phone
He called me an opp then I'm whacking his dome
Put him on a tee and we tagging his toe
We can't tag a opp then we tagging his bro
Going straight to the top used to be on the floor
Niggas stacking up dumb, but I'm grinding for more
Niggas be lame they ain't having no motion
Ain't bout no talking don't do the commotion
Diamonds so wet like I hopped out the ocean
Drown in these diamonds I need me a floaty
Niggas ain't having no sticks he a goofy
Can't wife a thot, you know she a groupie
We get the clips gеt to shooting like movie
Call my nigga ratchet hе slanging the toolie
Got a lil shorty, she bad and she boujee
I'm in the trap whippin' down with the uzi
Blend that boy up and turn him to a smoothie
We finna slide and I'm not talkin Toosie
Cooking him up, turn him into Sushi
Lean in my cup, I feel like Lil Boosie
Turn up the beat I get sturdy and groovy
Won't beef with a nigga that's fruity and groupie
[?] on his head like Tony Montana
Mix up the lean with a Sprite and a Fanta
Be in the North, you'll think that I'm Santa
He my lil son, ima buy him a pamper
He just been talking, that nigga a hater
These niggas fold, ain't talking no paper
Clip to his head like I gave him a taper
I got the fire in New York with a razor
Y'all might think Ima switch up the beat
Can't right now cause my girl for the streets
I do not want her I just want the cheeks
Might as well go ahead and switch up the beat
I ain't even finna cap to yall I'm not finna switch up the beat
Sike gang
Glock on my hip and its one on my hip
He is a sap, yeah, that boy is a simp
My money blue I ain't even a crip
I got a Draco, I walk with a limp
You ain't my gang you ain't never been
Had a Glock 9 before I was 10
You ain't my gang nigga we ain't friends
I'm tryna spin on him in a Benz
Aim for his head and knock off his lens
Glock got a kick like Jackie Chan
Been in the Stu, tryna make some bands
I lost a fight but I never ran
Baby, take my hand
I promise we'll be fine
'Cause baby, I am yours
And baby, you are mine
But baby, trust me again
And baby, we'll be fine
And now she's walking
And I don't understand, baby, why can't you
( Sosaxeno )
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