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[Intro]
f*ck, f*ck, f*ck
Ay, watch out, ay, watch, ay watch out
I got−
I got Lil' Goxan in this motherf*cker
Kade
f*ck, f*ck

[Verse]
Whip gon’ swing put yo' sh*t−
Whip gon' swing put yo’ sh*t back in park
Lil' twin take it through the shortcut, he smart
n*gga ass a lame, he don't f*ck with my art
Pull up on them fast, swing the stick out the car
I'm just surviving, I don't got no heart
You can't survive when you pop out that Dart
Shoot yo' ass down, better not come to this park
Drink inside me, it ain't in yo’ heart
I can’t smoke weed, ain't got no [?]
n*gga, walk down, made him shoot from the far
She keep on lying to me, she got no heart
Racks put the blick in my hand when I thumb through
n*gga keep beating on the D, I told him "Come do it"
That Za’ was no Za', that sh*t was a flunky
n*gga tryna follow behind Shrek, they Donkeh
I took that pack by myself, it was lonely
n*gga have depression on the app, that's phone beef
Fine sh*t keep scratchin' my di*k, she got long teeth
12 think they got the hot stick, it ain’t on me
Lil' twin know how to work the big stick, he ain't scrawny
These hoe' choosing, I can't get them off me
Took two racks and then left, think they lost me
I don't play about my backends, you don't know what these cost
I been tapped in, he down on f*ck, tryna cross me
Spend too much racks on the drip, this sh*t cost me
12 pushed up, I had zip, I just tossed it
Walked up got the clip, the twin lost it
I'on even watch I drip, I just sauce it
Had the backend ready, I get aggravated
f*cked up my munyun, now I'm calculating
I got up, now lil' twin unmotivated
Keep the lil' hanger, I don't what you on
Come to yo' house when I know you alone
Put out some fine sh*t, she talkin' 'bout I'm wrong
n*gga think I dropped lo', f*ckboy I'm gone
Snatchin' in a slider, now I'm heading home
Striker whip, I got them guns and them phones
Talk 'bout I ain't drip, n*gga, know I put it on
Front me that keypin, you know I get it on
I'm at the [?], I ain't alone
Come down the alley, this sh*t wrong turn
You reallly psyched out, you f*ck with them backends
Come to my hood you see sticks and MAC-10s
I ain't pourin' 4 with that whip, I backend
I ain't been saving for sh*t, I can't tens
Tryna short grams in my zip, that was back them
There's always a fine ass group with a fat friend
I can't caught in that loop, I ain't lackin'
You better not go to sleep around me, you get Smacked Cammed
I spin the fye wit one hand, it be accurate
Gettin' yo' Za', put yo' Za' in a packet
[Outro]
f*ck, f*ck