Just know that they come up with real Do the gangsta, I don't *** with the pills Mask up, let's jump on the drill AP, I got something to kill No cleats when I jump in the field Face shot, that'll *** up his grill When I hop on the track, give him chills So high, can't still *** the wheel In a trap, no, I move with a Glock Headshot, that maneuver is top Boy like Teph, he be chewing a lot He don't know what to do with the rock Hammer tempo, I move from the block Niggas ratcheting, I move with the cops Keep it slick, cause I move with the guap Simon says, if you move, you get popped I got a Glock, and bro got a Glock, and we going fishing If I throw a shot, then he throw a shot, then you going missing Niggas is games, and niggas is lame, and y'all niggas bitches If we got a mop, man, we got a mop, man, we get to spinning I'm on the block, trying to double up Stomach shot, that'll get them in bubble guts When I hop on the stage, oh, I *** it up Niggas bitching, they know they can't *** with us Me and bro on the track, trying to run it up We some sappers, you know you can't stumble with us We some shotters, you know you can't run with us When we hit that block, that they run from us I got the drip, the sauce, she on my dick, my boss I hit, then dish her off, give him two to his back like he was Pussy ass, I can't get hot, uh, I tell her, suck me off She use a neck and jaw, strip up, I can't go raw She know that I'm the GOAT, uh, I let her ride the boat I like to ride with toast, uh, we turn your dog to a ghost They know that I do the most, keep a gun to my head, *** a host, uh I get that bitch a cold shoulder, bro doing hits in the Rover I spend the rank on the jacket, trying to keep up, but you know you don't have it Good girl, trying to *** with the savages, she see I'm the *** with no glasses We can slide down the block with a matic, we put that boy in a casket Westside where the *** can get tragic, when I hop on the beat, know I'm snapping She know that my pockets ain't hurt, hit different angles, no Kurt Rihanna, she put in the work, she ride the wave like she surf We put that boy in the dirt, that's what he get, he got earth His homie Rose, he got merch, then the choir be singing in church I got a Glock and bro got a Glock and we going fishing If I throw a shot, then he throw a shot, then you going missing Niggas is games and niggas is lames and y'all niggas bitches If we got a mob man, we got a mob man, we get to spinning