Skrrt bop my niggas pull up we ride or die Ah yea skrrt bop my niggas pull up we ride or die Ah yea
Go go yes you know we solid Always stop and never fold You can't play me like my 1-9 never been a hoe
I'm already dead, A17 yeah I'm sick in the head, Told you bitch we slidin' Speak or not you know we ridin'
She said I'm the devil yeah I'm evil as a bitch, I'm as evil as it gets, ***
All these niggas hoes and they know that I be lit, Tell my opps I wanna blitz, That's good gas what the *** did I just hit
Cause 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, Niggas want some beef yeah I had to take a bite, Everybody hatin' *** until I die
And I can't cuff no hoes she *** and then I slide, And bitches fold yes you know we do this till we die
We gon' do it till we die, I just put a stick on all my niggas they gon' ride, Had to cut a couple niggas cause them niggas didn't slide
Big homie now he joggin' and they fly, 1 to 30 in the night, Keep the stick right by my side, I got money I can't lie
I got shooters at the south and I got shooters on the side, Get him a pussy nigga talk and all them niggas drip and cry
What you want nigga you can come get, B45 he got that gear, Hit a nigga in his ***, I got money from them bricks, Pop a perk I'm off my ***
I get freaked in like she can't walk, I get money when I talk, Niggas know that I'm a boss, I'ma knock your head off, Take the P's speed off
Yellin' out black and throwin' up B's but I ain't got no red on, Gon' make that music that be jammin' through these niggas ears
My niggas step up in the field, you know we goin' head on, Bitch ass nigga I'm poppin' these 2-14's, Don't ask me to be hittin' on T's, With the rat you hatin' on me, Give a *** about the F my Glock got a D
You put some niggas to sleep, None of you niggas gon' come for me, I'm constantly just runnin' B's, He's pickin' my name, he's gloamin' me, I'm puttin' these girls all on my team
Niggas older than Finlay Roman, She said *** you and you ain't knowin' me, But if that's how it is you're blows to me
One false move and you know I'm a blast, 4-5 flippers ass bat like a Mackie, Y'all on the ground tryna fuss like you havin'
Packin' the mail, we runnin' off with his packet, Zoom, know that we gone, If you hit it on me then don't hit on my phone, Tryna get to my body not get out my zone
We runnin' up bands and you livin' off loan, I be sippin' on purple, not pink, no pageant, Spotted an opp and I'm geekin' and blastin'
He gon' learn some magic, Don't ask me no question, I don't know what happened, See the flame from this gun, you would think it's a dragon
Runnin' off in a Rari, you ridin' a wagon, You can't get the sauce, no you can't learn attackin'
Don't shoot up the opp, blop, I'ma use it for practice, He was a cop, cop, so stop with the cap, He can feel like a laptop, he get none of the practice
Don't send me your new song cause you know I'm a trash, Put that *** right with the goose in the attic, And I been in the field but I don't *** with Madden
Pull up on the thot on the carpet, Aladdin, These niggas is mad cause they see that we havin'
Remember them days when them niggas was laughin'