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[Intro]
Ayy, DJ, you the plug

[Verse 1: YSN Marlo]
b*tch, we keep them Glocks, that Steph Curry shoot like KD
No flexing in my city, I got guap, these n*ggas hate me
I'm getting too much money, fingers grining, this sh*t is crazy
And shout out to my momma, you gon' get a new Mercedes
We got Glocks, talking on internet, now that n*gga dropped
b*tch, we want to kill, you know that we shooting for the top
Ain't no oxygen, you know that we airing out his block
Ain't no mercy when I'm sliding through, I hope I don't get locked
Rocking with some demons, talking sh*t, they gon' take your life
He don't think we about it, he want beef, we gon' take his pipе
Getting money while I'm f*cking sleeping, I gеt paid at night
Paparazzis always taking pictures, b*tch, I hate the lights
My n*ggas animals, straight out the zoo, my n*ggas going insane
Never catch me by myself, you know I'm always with the gang
You typing all them characters, you want problems, we gon' take your chain
b*tch, you overthinking, pull the trigger, we gon' take your brain
If I ever get a mill', I swear I won't be satisfied
Got n*ggas moving pounds, I can't say names because it's classified
Hop in my whip, you not no shooter, you don't have to ride
Been going through this pain, my grandma passed, you know I had to cry
Click-clack, let that n*gga chainless, now he asking for his sh*t back
And I took your b*tch, n*gga, come get your b*tch back
Rocking all designer, you know that I like to mismatch
And this Draco hit, on my momma, you can't hit back
[Verse 2: YSN Flow]
I feel like Brady in the field, b*tch, I been carrying my team
I'm banging 62, orange flag wrapped around the Glock on the seat
I walk up in my closet and all my n*ggas up on the tee
'Cause all my n*ggas stepping [?] know what I mean
In love with bae, know she hate when I pop Xannies
But the drugs up in my face
I'm in Cali f*cking runners, I might f*ck around pull her lace
Police take me on probation, I'm still thugging with the K
Hop out, Glocks out, we might f*ck around and end his [?]
Shoot a n*gga, gon' do it, n*gga, got blood all in my Gucci, n*gga
Louie, n*gga, got Louie on when I play around in that coochie, n*gga
Opps walking in the school, f*ck around and shoot the school, n*gga
Loud pack, what you said? I'm smoking on [?]
Momma told son to stop but he still thugging
Know they want me dead so with my Glock, b*tch, I be running
Got so much to gain because a n*gga came from nothing
Rock out with them Glocks out, we been drumming