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[Intro] Fuck, fuck, fuck Ay, watch out, ay, watch, ay watch out I got− I got Lil' Goxan in this motherfucker Kade Fuck, fuck [Verse] Whip gon' swing put yo' shit− Whip gon' swing put yo' shit back in park Lil' twin take it through the shortcut, he smart Nigga ass a lame, he don't fuck with my art Pull up on them fast, swing the stick out the car I'm just surviving, I don't got no heart You can't survive when you pop out that Dart Shoot yo' ass down, better not come to this park Drink inside me, it ain't in yo' heart I can't smoke weed, ain't got no [?] Nigga, walk down, made him shoot from the far She keep on lying to me, she got no heart Racks put the blick in my hand when I thumb through Nigga keep beating on the D, I told him "Come do it" That Za' was no Za', that shit was a flunky Nigga tryna follow behind Shrek, they Donkeh I took that pack by myself, it was lonely Nigga have depression on the app, that's phone beef Fine shit keep scratchin' my dick, she got long teeth 12 think they got the hot stick, it ain't on me Lil' twin know how to work the big stick, he ain't scrawny These hoe' choosing, I can't get them off me Took two racks and then left, think they lost me I don't play about my backends, you don't know what these cost I been tapped in, he down on fuck, tryna cross me Spend too much racks on the drip, this shit cost me 12 pushed up, I had zip, I just tossed it Walked up got the clip, the twin lost it I'on even watch I drip, I just sauce it Had the backend ready, I get aggravated Fucked up my munyun, now I'm calculating I got up, now lil' twin unmotivated Keep the lil' hanger, I don't what you on Come to yo' house when I know you alone Put out some fine shit, she talkin' 'bout I'm wrong Nigga think I dropped lo', fuckboy I'm gone Snatchin' in a slider, now I'm heading home Striker whip, I got them guns and them phones Talk 'bout I ain't drip, Nigga, know I put it on Front me that keypin, you know I get it on I'm at the [?], I ain't alone Come down the alley, this shit wrong turn You reallly psyched out, you fuck with them backends Come to my hood you see sticks and MAC-10s I ain't pourin' 4 with that whip, I backend I ain't been saving for shit, I can't tens Tryna short grams in my zip, that was back them There's always a fine ass group with a fat friend I can't caught in that loop, I ain't lackin' You better not go to sleep around me, you get Smacked Cammed I spin the fye wit one hand, it be accurate Gettin' yo' Za', put yo' Za' in a packet [Outro] Fuck, fuck