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[Intro] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Pussy-ass nigga I get up, I get up [Verse] This shit hit your car, you car can't move Racks I spent on tennis shoes Just to step on that motherfuckin' food Turbo in my whip, the way that bitch growlin' Lil' twin want it bad, in your yard crawlin' Bitin' on my swag, I forgot to trademark it Come through the cut dodgin' the narcs Be with your freak, she eatin' corn starch Bitin' on my cheek, I'm inhalin' 'za Rich criminal, still breakin' the law AR in my hood, this bitch a sawed-off Ain't havin' drip, you got the shit discount .40 cal, havin' big-boy blick now I know how to work the scope with my stick now Every time I push up, I'm lurkin' around Box you in, you shouldn't have got out of bounds Drac' spook everybody 'cause the bitch loud My grams a dub, I'm taxin' Snuck the blick inside the party, I'm packin' If it's smoke with one of my opps, then we whack shit Brokе the scale, I had way too many plays You don't be outsidе, you don't post on the J Thirty rip my shoes on the first day Walked out the cut with a blade At the end of the day, we link in the hood, what we made? Internet thuggin', niggas be J's Sold all my weed, we robbin' the play Bitch cut her lights off She ready to fuck, I ain't have time to take my ice off We gon' smoke blunts in the White House Hood like a maze, shit Wipeout I be frustrated in traffic, I'm wiggin' Soon as you first started the race, we finish 'em Shoot the fire standstill, savin' my energy And this bitch havin' some range, it's limitless Fuck nigga changin' his name, his images Nigga gon' pull out your brain like a scientist He gon' shake it, I just seen a cop car Hood lit, swear this shit Worldstar It's some smoke, that just piss a nigga off Slap you out if my name was in your mouth Servin' 'za we got, we bring it to your house Cheddar Bob, shoot a hole through his drawers Blicked up, I got my gun in the mall Smokin' this dope, I'm hittin' at the wall Niggas be hoes, cheetah-print drawers You messed up your load, you don't know how to flip Drank after drank, I don't know how to sip In traffic, gotta get up with me Three-five, gotta give me a fifty A show in your hood, I got to get litty Come to my hood, they robbin' the tourists I know I'ma shoot if nobody gon' do it If it's some smoke, they hide in the 'Wood Lil'-ass fast car, nose straight as fuck Crushin' up the ganja, shit gettin' yuck Nigga in the past tense, he stuck Poppin' shit, you see whenever I pull up Droppin' hot shit like I ate Takis Sneaky link, every time, I got rocket Cap like he was in my hood, stop it Whole city like a GTA lobby If we see an opp, we run to him If we see an opp, we run up to him My lil' partner need a grenade, I throw one Dripped as fuck, got 30K on the store run Fuck the ho, pull out her lace, I won't buy one Flip the clip and everybody fled, they gon' start runnin' I don't wear Margiela, Stunna wear Balenci' Rickies drippin', but I'm shoppin' Givenchy Took a post in my hood, they call your bluff Nigga never shot his Glock, it gon' rust Bitch think she got my love, got my trust When I first came in, came in I looked like a fuckin' caveman This like a missile, my pistol I'm still runnin' plays, I don't hear the whistle I know she gon' fuck, so she fuck with my music It's 2025, you don't listen to my music You dummy as fuck, you need to wake up I don't got the smoke, I got drugs in my cup Lil' bro got the pint, he pour everybody up Nigga havin' stripes, he still gettin' beat up I got a line right now in the two-liter Pourin' a line right now in the two-liter Yeah, yeah, yeah