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Oh my God, David!
Me and my brothers, we ridin’ wit’ cutters
Talk on the gang, bet you won’t talk another
She calling me daddy, I look for her mother
I need a whip and some za’ for the summer
She counting me in and I’m counting up hunnids
He talk on my brothers then we finna run it
If he speaking up we gon’ up it and gun it
I got a Glock and K’ in this bitch
If he talkin’ down then I pop with the switch
I just poured a 4, I might knock in this bitch
She talking crazy, get blocked in this bitch
I want a milli’, not talking DaBaby
She want the dick and it’s driving her crazy
Bust out the A, I came with a M I been a G, I’m not talkin’ Mercedes
Me and lil’ Prad, shit, we get to wildin’
Mr. Put That Shit On, we gеt to stylin’
He getting money but I gеt it faster
Preaching and spittin’, I feel like a pastor
Teaching you niggas like I am a master
He talking down then we cause a disaster
He talking down then we give ‘em a plaster
Niggas be faking, they really be plastic
My money stretch long like it’s really elastic
Fuck it, we running it back
You smokin’ boof, you get put in a pack
Me and big based, nigga, we never lack
He running from Kels! like that nigga run track
I want every body, I do this shit solo
She puffin and puffin, her eyes on low-low
Bitch I been a star, think I’m finna glow, woah
I been rocking stage, I might pop at a show, woah
They wanna be me, so they stealing my flow, woah
They Google my name, I think they wanna know, woah
She slide on my page, that bitch ask for a promo
He talk on my name but he won’t do it, although
He talking that shit, he get put in a cargo
Fuck his ass up, he got hit wit’ a combo
Her shit just be clapping, it sound like a bongo
I pass it to SL0M0, he doin’ it dolo
Yeah I’m GH0$T and I’m doin’ it dolo
Mr. Hit it Once then hit it in slo-mo
She don’t wanna fuck with me no mo’
Friends started to hate so I’m steppin’ solo
Yeah, we hard like a Rock, no Balboa
Opp talkin’ too much, Glock give that boy glaucoma
I shoot my shot like my name was Kuzy but if she a thot we dippin’ out bozo
Talk to lil’ girl then I cut off the bitch
I’m taking the racks and I’m stackin’ the chips
Call me Arthur or John Wilkes Booth
Two pistols on me when I step in the booth
Me and the boys we pull to the function, 4 ghouls and 1 ghost and the bitches love it
Talkin’ to yo’ shawty, we get to flexin’ and takin’
She throw it back she get to shakin’
Ayy, yeah she Jamaican
She cookin’ for me, I said “Bitch, what is you making?”
She bend over and I get to cakin’
Prad and Kuzy said, “We on some money”
Said, “Count me in”
She promise she love me
Bitch, shut up while I count up these dividends
“But GH0$T didn’t you just start doing this shit?”
Yeah bitch, but I’m still doing this shit What is you doing wit’ it?
Make yo’ shawty pull around town, and act a fool wit it
Me and the Based is up in sky, so faded, we fly, but we wish you would try
When I get to the crib I write at my desk, pest, you know you ain’t one of us yet
Keep playing wit’ me, you play wit’ yo’ life like a gambling bet
I’m rapping different and I’m West Coast made
Just in love with the cash, I don’t needa get laid
I don’t fuck with designer but I fuck wit’ Bape
He fuckin’ with hoes, get that boy a cape
This music shit fire, and you know who to blame
It’s makin’ us money like a lottery game
(Break that shit Based)
We running the bands up to the ceiling
Kuzy and GH0$T, we big chilling
Test a young nigga, he gon’ get to drilling
Ayy, fuck a Anglo-Sax, 9 mil’ be the tax
Shawty texted, "Big Based where is you at?"
Bitch, I’m up in the trap, getting you that Birkin bag
Putting a opp in the past, nigga I’m on go
Money moves can't be slow
Leave a opp paralyzed
Moving the bricks so efficient, I have the fucking feds hypnotized
Me and the shooters be moving, we synchronized, mobilized
9 with the 6, K with the 'tato, me and Kuzy we stacking like NATO
We leaving the case closed, fugitive so I gotta stay low
'Cept when I see a snow-ho, then I got to up the tempo
Shit is not kind, make his ass wish he could rewind
Caught that nigga at the red light, now it's his bedtime
Sending shots like Curry, moving shit, yeah, I scurry
Bullets be out like a flurry, leaving his whole shit bloodied
Whites be the first to get bodied, 400 years shit is just science
That’s on X, leave his body with an O
Door to door, slamming the functions and blamming the niggas That’s just how we roll
Kuzy! -
Yeah, that’s just how we roll
Feeling like Summrs, I’m swinging my pole
He in the ground for the chain that he stole
Bands stacked to the ceiling, a young nigga goal
Fuck, I just want a head rush
He talking that shit, but he ain’t even hear us
Hoes drop to the floor anytime that they near us
These niggas all pussy, we knowing they fear us
We airing it out, but nobody can clear us
I empty my clip, it’s a whole lotta shells
If I pass it to Kels! then he ringing them bells
(If I pass it to Kels! then he ringing them bells)
Kels! -
Ha Yeah
Let’s get it
Young niggas be up, yeah, they fuck wit my style
Y’all niggas be glazing, said, “Fuck ‘em they wild”
Stacking success like a muhfuckin’ tile
I ride wit’ my niggas, puttin on miles
Nah, ain’t talkin’ ‘bout Morales
But I lied to her face ‘cause I fucked on her stylist
I dont give a fuck, just gimme the cake
Got my attention when that ass start to shake
Nigga kept yapping, put a hole in in his face
Only 15, but this gun got a place
Said, “This a robbery, you got no one to blame”
But niggas be playing like, this ain’t a game
Like, nigga you lame, y’all niggas the same
Gotta trap for the fame
Now you just look at the feats
We packing the heat, y’all niggas ain't street
Kels! -
Haha, nah let me stop ‘fore I hog the beat tho
Prad, get on this beat and show these niggas how we do tho’
Come up there and drop some heat, know what I’m saying?
Prad -
Haha, yo’ I’m boutta fuck this shit up cuz’ hold on
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh
Fuck nigga was talkin’, we had to just blast ‘em
We got his drop, yeah, that was his last time
Had to get in my bag, yeah, we run it quick
Cute bitch came over, yeah, she grab my dick
Fuck nigga was testin’ me, yeah, he my enemy
Nigga went missing, yeah, turnt to a felony
Bitch I got shooters that’s ready to blast for me, yeah
Nigga was talking, get hit with this Mac-9
She ask if I cheated, I told her like 10 times
Wonder why she ask, she not even fully mines
‘Notha nigga gon’ talk, I’ma gone put a whole in his mind
Hold up, shit, I’m not done
Fucked a nigga bitch, yeah she sucking dick
She full of it, I was like, “Oh shit”
Had her pussy wet, she was shakin it
She was throwin it, she was on my dick
Had a nigga gone, he was talkin’ bad
We had found out he was on some snake shit
I been going up like a roller coaster, know what my name is
Bitch ass boy gon’ catch this fade, nigga don’t run
He was talkin his ass up on live, we gone have some fun (Uh-huh)
Prad-
Haha, yo’ we just fucked this shit up cuz’
SL0M0GH0$T -
Yo’ word
Prad -
No bull, what the fuck?
Ayy, this shit a fucking hit bro, I'm telling Y’all
Kuzy! -
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Kuzy -
I run this shit, they gon’ follow my lead
SL0M0GH0$T -
I shut that bitch up, make her get on her knees
Big based -
We locking this shit down, we got all the keys
Prad -
They yelling my name, yeah, nigga thats me
Lil’ nigga was running, he thought he was speed
Lil’ bitch on my dick, she was fucking with me
Her pussy was wet, that motherfucker was pink
Kuzy! -
I got a Glocky, it came with a beam
We counted in, now the bands look extreme
SL0M0GH0$T -
Hollows shred him like some torn inseam
Daydreaming of days where we goin’ mainstream
Smokin’ this za’, I’m faded, I’m boutta crash
Fighting for nothing, get put a cap
Kuzy! -
Cooking and whipping like we in a lab
I’m counted in, I ain’t talking ‘bout math
Count me in, like
Count me in, uh
Count me in, like
Yeah, haha
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