41K lyrics

[Intro]
(Envious)
Glaah, glaah
(It's the f*ckin' face of Harlem)
Like Glaah, glaah, boom b*tch
41K, OGz K
Everything for Notti
Like what, like glaah
What, what?
Glaah

[Chorus]
Notti Bop, that was cute
b*tch imma slide, with a deuce
Wockesha, this not juice
Hop over gates, then I shoot
n*ggas be pus*y they tough in the booth
Sha Gz, the f*ck is ya tooth?
Ok, these n*ggas jokes
Never did nothing but dissin' on bro
Like f*ck it, I got the loc
I'm not a Crip but I f*ck with my loccs

[Verse 1]
Everybody die like
Better pick a side like
Is you down to ride like
Bend through ya block and I'm making a highlight like, (Damn)
I'm droppin' a 4 and I'm droppin' a 5
Chii, that lil' n*gga died like
f*ck EK, send him to his pops
Hit the floor when them bodies drop
f*ck 12, I don't f*ck with no cops
And you say I'm a rat and you shot
For a fee, she give us the lot
You a b*tch, who you shot?
Imma kidnap ya moms feed her with my c*ck
Like damn, like damn
Marky, Bobby, Tank
n*ggas broke, no pay
Sippin' on drink, I can't even think
AJ crashed, couldn't fill up the tank (Damn)
I been outside, y'all lil' n*ggas new
b*tch I was shoppin' while y'all was in school
You only rapping 'cause you think it's cool
(?)
b*tch they know what I usually do
Smokin' on Matt, I don't f*ck with no 2's
Glaah
Like I really got opps, y'all n*ggas be chasin' the clout
Facetimin' n*ggas, showin' they guns
Pop out
Lemme see what it's 'bout
Back up the V put the beam on his spine
Like damn, like damn
Mr. Everything Deady
Suck my di*k
Why the f*ck you be takin' my sh*t?
Yo bro, dump that sh*t
Don't stop, empty out the clip (Glaah, Glaah)
n*ggas mad I be di*kin' they b*tch (Glaah)
Boy stop, you not a G
You ain't spin, or let it squeeze
Smokin on Lay I'm 'bout to freak