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Lyrics

[Intro] (Ayy, Manzo, we got a hit, boy) (Ooh, B-Bighead on the beat) [Verse 1: Ballout] Fifteen hunnid for my fans Lil three thousands just bought me twins Ride in a Hellcat, fuck that Benz Tryna fuck this bitch and her friend I just left Saks and spent ten Tonight I'ma pick up a backend Bout to take a flight to Japan Foenem gon' let me know when they land [Verse 2: Tadoe] We loyal bros, all my niggas wit' it, we stick to the code Get exposed, come back on his block, I'm takin' niggas poles Niggas ho's, actin' like they real, but niggas told Get up in that jam for real, I swear to God, these niggas fold We from the slums, ain't no one on ones, you mеntion Lolo son Go grab a gun, you tryna battle sumn', we put you by the sun, wе ain't for none Hole in his head like a dolphin but in a spiral act We can get it poppin', get it bussin' like a pimple spot Found out where you stay the same day, like, how that info drop? Plan on games with Gang, that's the way get yo' kinfolk shot I say, I say, I hit the mall and spend a thirty, you just window shop Slide down his block the wrong way, get a window shot Aim this bitch right at his face and give the devil shock Niggas out here playin' police games like they rental cops [Verse 3: Chief Keef] Crack a seal, I was out there posted up, by that field Say it's smoke, you can get your body zipped, vacuum sealed All these diamonds, get your diamond tester, bitch, you know it's real Foenem caught an opp, touchdown, bitch, soldier field All this fuckin' steel Sosa King, I'm the man of steel I just bought the whole Amiri store, bitch, I used to steal I was bad as hell, we was in the trap, poppin' pills I just poured a twelve, turn yo' goofy down, you grown as hell Used to jump the L, now I'm rollin' up jumbo L's Mention Tammy son, we gon' throw yo' ass in front of a train Mention Tamika son, turn yo' block into a gun range 50, 60K, that ain't nothin' but some chump change Ridin' in that truck, went so fast, it made me drop my cup Got my first Glock, I was thirsty as fuck to drop a opp Please don't hit this block, 'cause I'm thirsty as fuck to pop yo' top You don't get the picture, send my brother to come and crop yo' top [Verse 4: Ballout, Tadoe & Chief Keef] Nigga, fuck my opps Niggas ain't outside, niggas ain't even on they block I'm ridin', thirty in the Charger, fifty in the Glock Hunnid P's in the truck, fifty in the spot We gon' run yo' bail, we gon' send packs through mail All this money in the trap, I count it by the scale I can't serve you in the daytime, boy, yo' ass look twelve Pussy, put some bass up in your voice, yo' ass sound twelve Pussy, all these fuckin' jewels, I look like a pool Used to live up in the hood, now my neighbors jews If I decide to get more cars, I gotta make some room Pussy say he gon' get wit' me, nigga, April Fools [Outro: Chief Keef] Okay, okay Nah, it's over wit' though It's over wit', it's over wit' Ayy, nah, keep that