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[Verse 1: Nardo Wick] Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang Big brother always tryna touch a nigga brain Leave him neckless, he try and reach in for my chain He's always tryna hit a fuckin' stain Brush my teeth with scope, but promise, I got aim The way I'm swingin' shit, think my bitch Mary Jane Tired of everybody callin' me insane I'm tired of everybody callin' me insane Bitch, I'm on it, man-to-man, no zonin', watch that car, I'm on it Rich as hell, opp block, I can own it, even my opponent I can tell all these niggas phony, none of them is on it I'm not friendly so don't call me homie, nigga, you don't know me Damn, I'm trippin', bros take off my chain, I almost shot while drippin' See his whip and fill it up with holes, you would think I'm pimpin' Fuck these bitches, man, a ho can't go, we don't do no simpin' Top of this dick the only tip she get, we don't do no tricking, uh Pull up with extensions like Juwanna Mann I keep heat where I go, I'm a walkin' sauna-man, uh, uh Slide on him at night, call me pajama-man Got two hoes on my dick, call me Ferragamo man, uh, uh And I'm doin' a cypher with the stick, uh Nigga run in here while I'm rappin', shoot him in his shit, uh And I'm doin' a cypher with the stick, uh Nigga run in here while I'm rappin', shoot him in his shit, uh [Verse 2: BIG30] Ayy, fifty racks on me right now and this Dior is made of silk Niggas spin my block incorrect, then somebody gettin' killed My young nigga fifteen with four bodies, can't even buy a fifth He ain't even old enough to vote, that lil' boy bangin' Crip, blrrrd This that micro Draco with the wood Bangin' CGE for life, no, nevermind, that's understood Eight shots to his back, that pussy died before he hit the wood He can't come back on my block, he no longer from my hood He can't come back on my block, shake his pockets, check his socks No more serving weed or serving lean, ain't no more serving rock Can't pop back out on the block, hit his ass with so much hot Hit his ass with so much hot shit, made him fall down on the block Ayy, we made his pussy ass fall off the block Hit his ass with switches on these Glocks, with bump stocks on a chop Nigga, know what's up with me, free Shiesty, goin' to the top Wicked with me in the cut, and Scarr, he got that AR I said Big Scarr, he got that AR, blrrrd [Verse 3: Big Scarr] I'm in the eggshell coupe, this bitch here a hatchback I don't do the basics, bitch, this Hemi here a Scat Pack I don't do no talkin', roll this nigga in the outback I'm with your main bitch, we eatin' steak, chillin' at Outback I'm all in double-XL, Draco chillin' in my backpack I'm all in double-XL, Draco chillin' in my backpack Sippin' and I'm swervin' and I'm servin' out a lunch sack [Verse 4: KenTheMan] Ayy, see, these diamonds on my neck cost me a grip, your shit ain't addin' up I skipped the S, I went straight to the VV, made the choker bust They got a lot to say online, see 'em, they choking up Ayy, shut up 'fore I hit your baby daddy back and soak him up Ooh, don't want no loco nut I want a nigga sayin' he can't breathe if I don't show him love I graduated from the dick, I think my role's enough If niggas ain't gon' come at me correct, I give you hoes a sub I know a lot of bitches tight, they need a shoulder rub Making with these bitches, make a month before I hit the club Only thing to do with broke niggas is to pick 'em up I told him I'm a rapper, that's for hoes that's in the building up Ooh, is you hearin' me? I know a lot of rap bitches be hatin', they ain't feelin' me These bitches killin' me Everybody say they ain't scared to give lil' Ken a piece ATL, hopped off a plane and hit the stage with Kali, I'm a P I got some hoes that's ducked off in the valley, asked about me I been a hunnid, my card's super valid I drop a ho, I get another one like DJ Khaled Know God love me, heard the rumors, all dawgs go to Heaven Be runnin' off so all my niggas know I need attention Say that they don't like me, likin' pictures, that's the contradiction Fuckin' broke niggas gettin' pregnant, that's just superstitious And keep my name out yo' mouth Ain't [?] but these bitches give me salt Like after a nut, man, these niggas gettin' soft And they might have it on they chest, but I ain't seen 'em get it off, bitch