[Lyric] Scene (DThang)

[Intro]
Bunny hop, bunny hop (Grrah, grrah-grrah, boom)
Grrah, grrah
Y to the Gz, Gz to the sky (Grrah, grrah)
Never put a O before my Y (Never put a O before my Y)
Get that nigga (Every O shot)
Free my hearts
Get that nigga
(24 is the G.O.A.T.)
Gang, gang, gang
Like, put one leg back, start geekin'
Put one leg, gang, gang, gang

[Chorus]
I'ma slide to they Ps with my 9 like Ibaka, like, I'm the man of my roster
Dissin' the dead then we smoke on his father, like
I told Bando, "Move proper", free all my muddies, this stuff'll get harder
They know RPT niggas problems
Like, free all my muddies, this stuff'll get harder
They know RPT niggas problems
I'ma slide to they Ps with my 9 like Ibaka, like, I'm the man of my roster
Dissin' the dead then we smoke on his father, like
I told Bando, "Move proper", free all my muddies, this stuff'll get harder
They know RPT niggas problems
Like, free all my muddies, this stuff'll get harder
They know RPT niggas problems
[Verse]
Baby, now go crazy, like, huh
I bet on my Cuban, he throwin' like Brady
My ooter, he showin' off daily
And bitch, he a demon, he'll start finessin'
Tell gang just send her the addy
If she think she gon' line us, she going out badly
Without PD we flyin' to Cali
Back shots got her calling me daddy
But I'm from the streets, she know she can't have me
Back shots got her calling me daddy
But I'm from the streets, she know she can't have me
Back shots got—, gang, gang, gang
See them behind blue lights in the back of the car?
Then we headin' out right
Headin' out left, don't stop at no lights, like
Like, don't stop at no lights, like
When I'm totin' this 30 I feel like I'm Steph, bitch
Bitch, I'm shootin' from deep
Don't slide, you gon' just make up some mess
If I catch a O, yeah, he gettin' killed
That's the reason my demon, like
I tote, step toes, then we creep
If they throwin' a shot then we throwin' fifteen
Like, empty the clip, like, you know what I mean? Like
If you diss on Woo Lotti, you gon' die the same week, like
I know gunner gon' geek, like
I know Raymond gon' tweak, like
They never did nothing, now they got what? Put that on YG, like, gang, gang
And yeah, I'm the driver, I'm drivin' drifty
I'm the reason the whole Bronx litty
And I cannot link with you if I don't got sitchy
And you cannot lie me, don't care if you pretty, like
Like, gang, gang, gang
When they took all my muddies, that shit got me hurt, they was tryna put niggas on shirts
They put a O in the dirt, so now I don't fuck with them if I don't got Percs
[Interlude]
And I got the chips but still got competition
And I ain't a fish in the bait, I got thotty mission
We catch that lil' boy, he gon' go out missin'
They spin on they bikes, they gon' go out missin'

[Chorus]
I'ma slide to they Ps with my 9 like Ibaka, like, I'm the man of my roster
Dissin' the dead then we smoke on his father, like
I told Bando, "Move proper", free all my muddies, this stuff'll get harder
They know RPT niggas problems
Like, free all my muddies, this stuff'll get harder
They know RPT niggas problems
I'ma slide to they Ps with my 9 like Ibaka, like, I'm the man of my roster
Dissin' the dead then we smoke on his father, like
I told Bando, "Move proper", free all my muddies, this stuff'll get harder
They know RPT niggas problems
Like, free all my muddies, this stuff'll get harder
They know RPT niggas problems

[Outro]
Gang, gang, gang
Make it get jiggy before we shoot 'em, you heard?
R.I.P. Woo
Gang, gang, gang
Grrah, grrah, grrah
Grrah-grrah, boom
Don't geek
(24 is the G.O.A.T.)