We hit that back then double back and we don't speak on it
First time wasn't hitting harder, never put VVs on it
You think you with all that bullshit, we really be on it
Take a nigga, turn right off his neck, got VD balling
20 bands on me right now, nigga, no lie
Just took his bitch, she actin' different, he don't know why
And if the police ask questions, we don't know why
Smokin' cookie in his whip with his Glock Glock
We find out where that nigga live, we hit his spot spot
That nigga say he with that *, but he is not, not
Speakin' down on Lil' C, gon' get you pop pop
Brody hit your bitch from the back, she a dot dot
You know me?
We don't get no fucks, I'm with all that *
Hit that block with two two threes and they gon' call it quits
You always talk about that * that you ain't really with
VVS is on my wrist, my * really lit
*, I can only hit if she really thick
Drum is thick, I don't really mess
We don't tip, hit him in his *
RBE, OBM, bitch I represent
Couple shooters on me and they treat me like the president
Heard some niggas speakin' on my neck, but they irrelevant
Quiet with you, she cuntin' me
And get to tellin' *
Talk to bitch, get * out my face if you ain't sellin' *
10 minutes on the lawyer, they gon' cross the case now
100 runs up in that truck, but leave a nigga face down
I don't wanna hear that front and back if you ain't face down
And I always thought you was, but I know you fake now
We hit that block then double back and we don't speak on it
First chain wasn't hit and harder, never put VVS on it
You think you with all that bullshit, we really be on it
Take a nigga, chant right off his neck, gotta be deep on it
20 bands on me right now, nigga, no lie
You think you with all that bullshit, we really be on it


Just took his bitch, she actin' different, he don't know why
And if the police ask questions, we don't know ops
Smokin' cookie in his whip with his Glock Glock
We hit that block and double back and now the world was set
And yo mama been a duck, that bitch be perfect
And we got perks, we got bricks, bro, these servin' meds
Oh, you ain't never seen a boss bitch that turn your head
And I gotta watch my back, niggas turnin' fed
Slank the dick for two hours off this purchase, yeah
You don't deserve to walk this earth, so be a certain stead
And I like to walk this earth, so be a certain stead
* all my bitches thicker than a turkey leg
And all you niggas do is cap, I ain't believin' nothin'
Put a drum up on my Glock because the reaper comin'
And how you want that dumb * but scared to be a dummy
And every time them niggas caught, they just be needin' money
And brody bro empty that stick, he need no reason for it
Talkin' crazy on the gram until you bleedin' for it
Nigga claimin' he the plug, then there must be a shortage
And that *** was hella weak, I need to re-record it, bitch
We hit that block and double back and we don't speak on it
First time wasn't hittin' hard enough
I pulled up, I pulled up, I pulled up, I pulled up, I pulled up
Put VV's on it
You think you with all that bullshit?
We really be on it
Take a nigga, chant right off his neck, gotta be de-bonin'
20 bands on me right now, nigga, no lie
Just took his bitch, he actin' different, he don't know why
And if the police ask him questions, we don't know why
Smokin' cookie in his whip with his Glock Glock
If you don't wanna smoke then give me a cigarette
Of Lachy & The Latest
Be one of the gang
We be on, we be on, we be on the Glock
We need a little dealership