[Random man]
Ye, ye ye
Ye ye ye ye ye ye yeah
Uh huh ye ye ye
Yeah ye ye ye ye ye ye
Ye ye ye ye ye ye yeah
Ye, ehn-ehn, Ye, Ye
[Intro: BobbyToo Tact]
Grah grah boom
MR. Dump for the 6ix
Like, n***a's know how I get
Mmh put some respect on my name
[Verse 1: BobbyToo Tact]
Do this shit everyday so I don't even post it
Made it back in two plays and I ain't even notice
Got the boys on my d*ck tryna take all my brothers
My finger keep itching I gotta stay focused
If I up with the left Ima aim with my thumb
Toe to toe in the box he can't fight one on one
If the G didn't jam he would've been done
I start slapping the G like I'm tapping the drums
[Verse II: BobbyToo Tact]
No I'm not like the rest of these n***as
If I'm signing I need more than six figures
No phone on the drill we ain't sliding for pictures
Can't run from this G double tapping the trigger (What the fuck?)
Different beats gotta force y'all to listen(?)
I'm too close to the rim so imagine me missing
Yelling out ( )
If I like how it glisten (Skii)
N***as know how we get when the scooms get to blitzin
Can't see through the tints I might flock at his window
.45 bullets I call it "lil' Kimbo"
Grrt bow watch this dumb n***a limbo
Hear the echo watch this dumb n***a get low
Mr. Throw more than 6ix if he slide in a fishbowl
Crouching down creep up I'ma tip-toe
Want a feature? Just send it on crypto
See the opps out of town we gon' blow up the sigo(?)
Bro got the wheel tryna dig on the Troopers
Might line through the trucks tryna get through the traffic
Outside catching rec I was really a Hooper
Got me back in the field tryna play Target Practice
When I bend I'm not hitting civilians
Get to dumping they running in buildings
Do this shit for my brothers you don't know the feeling
When you in the cage looking up at the ceiling
[Verse 3: BobbyToo Tact]
Like I'm getting flashbacks
Bro calling I'm sending on cashapp
Slide or provide put this shit on my back
Afro drill on my shoulders like I got a bad back
Walk down got me feeling like mike
You not true FDL tryna burn out the tires[?]
Why they cap on the net like my music ain't fire?
Just give me my flowers if I ever retire
I'm to nice for this shit so I don't need a feature
48 for the G so it is nice to meet ya
Made it back for these kids I'm like a teacher
If you ain't shoot it up stay the fuck on the bleachers (Stay on the bench)
N***as is fanned out
They see what I'm doing now they got they hand out
When I was down bad no one pulled a band out
Leeching, everyone jack they my mans now
Top one underrated got something to prove
And I can't crash out now I got too much to lose
Eurostep let me get in my groove
Put the V up in drive let me do what I do
Shi left him froze but this bitch a heater
Throwing shots at that V who the fuck in that beamer?
Don't think that I'm loafing I'm toting "Fatima"
Ten toes [?] til' they free my n***a Ceaser (Free Ceaser)
[Outro: Burna Boy, BobbyToo Tact]
Ye, Ye, Ye oh
Ye, Ye, Ye, Ye, Ye, Ye, Ye oh
Uh huh Ye, Ye, Ye oh
Free muddy, Free twice, Free all the members
[Part II]
[Intro: Al Capone]
Did I ask you what you're trying to do?
Did I ask you what you're trying to do?
I want you to get this fuck where he breathes
I want you to find this Nancy boy, Eliot ness
I want him dead!-
[Verse 1: BobbyToo Tact]
I want 'em dead, where the fuck is lil' Drippy?
I let it flock cause I like to get risky
I'm still looking for rec and they not in the city
Where the fuck is the Coach? Tell that n***a get with me
Bro on the bike tryna flock every pedal
Better not lack for a bitch in stiletto's
Gun get to jamming start slapping the medal
He ran on his mans while I flock at his fellow
Now she tryna get it like sexy and I'm tryna fuck on her bestie
Might fuck the whole group, if she let me
And I can't wife no leg cause these bitches is friendly
She get a lil' slutty when she off the Don
Let it clap for the cam make a movie like HULU
Ass fat throw it back in some Lulu's
He should've died on that scene it was Voodoo
[Outro:Al Capone]
I want 'em dead-
Dead dead
Dead dead
Dead
