[Intro]
Grr, grr, grr
Watch out, watch out
Man, they, they got me fucked up if they think I'm—

[Verse]
They got me fucked up, they think I'm spendin' my money
Come through this bitch with a hundred, I'm dunkin'
She pulled up with her ass out lookin' scrumptious (Scrumptious)
N***a better not tell me no smoke, we gon' punish him (Punish him)
Thirty-round hang out my pants, shit, fuck it
Fuck is that sound? Mm, what the fuck is they shootin'?
Everybody stand down, watch how we come through
I ain't spent shit with the racks I just thumbed through
ARP come with the Gen', this bitch dumb new (Grr, grr, grr)
N***a slang white, take it down, what you gon' do?
Been fucked that bitch, I don't even text her, she old nеws
Hundun without the blue strip, thesе old blues
Could throw away rusty, this a old-ass tool
12 tried boxin' us in, we got loose (We got boxed in)
I don't trust shit, I grab the fire then brush my tooth
Told a ho stand down, she think we locked in (She think she really stickin' 'round)
You ain't experienced, get that fire out your hand (You ain't experienced)
Push up anywhere, I pop shit with the clan (Pop shit anywhere)
She think she safe, better not bring me her friend (Goddamn)
He really spooked, he think some bag on him
We ain't spooked, I bet we get out any jam (Get out a any jam)
Any day, n***a might pull out his scram (Pull out his scram)
N***as hear shots, they ready to spread
Sent all the paper, he forgot what he said
Step on you, I will put racks on your head (I will put racks)
This ain't no squirt, I think this bitch peed in my bed
What you think? I'm finna feed you the leg
You better not go with your move, what you thinkin'?
Need some new tires on my whip, it be swingin'
N***a better have them fires, this shit get dangerous
I ain't even think I was spinnin' that much (Spinnin' this fuckin' much)
I ain't even watch what I fuckin' spun (Fuckin' spun)
It smell like 'za, but it's a brand-new fit (Brand-new fit)
You better not push up trippin' and shit (Trippin' and shit)
We gon' push up, bring sticks in this bitch (Sticks in this bitch)
I gotta put on a shiesty whenever I pop out
I think I'm too popular, watchin' your house, binoculars
Lil' twin 'bout to attack you, I can't even stop him
I'm doin' one-eighty on the highway, it makin' me happy
We know he ordered zips, we takin' his package
My lil' twin done got shit, he makin' it happen (Makin' it happen)
Tell the opps this shit ain't safe, they panickin'
Ain't did a show in a minute, I come back wiggin'
Spendin' racks on drip in three different cities
Fuckin' hoes, I got some children that's Indian
You shouldn't have sent the drop, now they done spinned 'em
N***a gotta spin now, fuck what you been through
Make this bitch get on her knees, she Hindu
Fuck is you doin'? What is you doin'? You sendin' out shots (Sendin' out shots)
Bitch tryna sit 'round, fuck is we doin' when you come to my house?
Me and twin locked in, stuck like a thumbtack
You better not push up tryna get your gun back
You better not push up tryna get your shit
Buddy put liquor in his lean, why the fuck would he mix that?
Tryna find a easy-ass ho, where the grits at?
Lil' twin hit a lick on my twin, he might go back
You'd be a lick in my hood, hope you know that
Better not come through this bitch, make your ass fall flat
Shoot up your job and now you can't get your dough back
Hit at his head, now that boy can't get his 'fro back
N***a ain't havin' motion, he postin' his throwbacks
Lil' buddy don't gotta get the word, just know that
[Outro]
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