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[Intro] Let's get it, let's get it Ayy, on [?] grave, it's that It's that gang shit Look, ayy! [Verse] (Oh my God, what is this? An L beat?) If I wanted you dead, boy, it would have been that Heard they holdin' in that spot, we gonna run up in there Twenty two up in that Glock, up top, got one up in that 485, add that FG that's just for that finesse No, It's not a mystery, you kno' I brought my blick with me (For sure) Who the fuck is these lil' niggas? Get to cut you instantly High as fuck, I'm off the deuce, that shit starting to get to me You don't have to boss, bitch, unless they sent for me Say he out here, he be slidin', man, we kno' he lyin' (Hе lyin') We cut the heads off thе snakes, boy, don't call me slime (Uh, uh) And Sumo that's my big bro, I make that call he slide (Ayy, broski) He don't pop out on his block no more, they thought he had (Oh my God, what is this? An L beat?) I'm like, lil' bro stop that, before I push your top back (Huh) When you havin' so much paper nowhere near the opps at You ain't callin' about no money, you shouldn't have my contact (Fuck you callin' me for, man?) Me and who? Scatpack, we can have a contest (Skrt, skrt) Had to tote boy, I ain't had no choice (Uh, uh) This shit get real and deeper than Pop Smoke voice (RIP) Got the Audi thang, brought the Rolls Royce (Skrt, let's get it) [?] they ain't making no noise (At all) Told L, I'ma blast the shits still hotter than [?] My Glizzy got some breathe assistance issue when we pressin' it Want some smoke? Then pull up, you kno' we ain't duckin' that (At all) Take his ass right on top, put him where his brothers at (Oh my God, what is this? An L beat?) And I'm right on King Drive, I'm from where it's gutter at We was out in them trenches, boy, you don't want none of that Fuck all that talking, we [?] bussin', my niggas, we ride with they sticks Catch us right on the strip if [?] Fightin' anxiety, lose my mans, had to stop poppin' 'em xans (For real) Can't trust a soul, bro, watch your mans, 'cause these niggas talkin' that jam Fifty shot right in my clip, that bitch it gon' jam boy, we gonna scoom the city We [?] when pop out them vans, foe nem be moving with me Fuck all the opps, we gonna keep spinnin' in they shit, all of these niggas be put up Shout out my plug, he keep on sendin' the shit, we got that shit on the pull up [?] my shooters, I want his head [?] gon' shoot up Foe nem they loading the blicks, finna go drill, I'ma fuck up the store up Show respect up on my name, when you talk to me (When you talk to me) Gotta tax you for a verse, lil' hoe, 'cause talk is cheap ('cause talk is cheap) They ain't give my bro no bond, they want him off the streets (Fuck 12) He ain't never had no job, he make that off the seed (Gang) Just dropped some heat, I'm heatin' up, I'm back, yeah they on me It's 2020 and I'm here for that bag and they owe me Lotta niggas turned fu and they backdoor they homies (What?) Yeah my flow is all new but I'm back on my old me [Outro] Let's get it It's just 485 shit man, you know 2020 years up though Dotarachi dot net 485FG, you know, gang! Gang!