[ Featuring D.B Chapo ]
F*cking wannabe people
Wannabe rappers
Have you listened to their stuff
Listened to what
You a wannabe it ain't funny b look like a bum to me
I got plenty weed my second cousin pushed a dozen g's
From the trap robbers, murderers, and guys who crush the beans
My brother blood he throw that five all in your face an push the p
You a wannabe I popped out with this big stick and gun on me
Spin through fill the needle I think killing people fun to me
Illegal draco evil fifty semi legal f*ck with me
My twin turbo double d's yellow and black on bumblebee
Always dick riding they just wanna be like me can't f*ck with that
I'ma light em with a flame and burn em like a puck of wax
Me and AK matchin' dookie logs and pourin' cups of act
He be lyin, out his mouth, I shot his ass for all the cap
These ain't rubber bullets got them hollows in the mag
I be pushin' in the Supra, the turbo got any lag
In the back, I'm bustin' down, bitch, I'm pullin' her panties back
She keep screamin' out my name, I think Chapo gon' be a dad
What
Ayy, this the game plan
Walkin' with the Glock and the dookie log in the same hand
I'm too f*ckin' high on the job, I need the Ray-Bans
Take apart your limbs like we playin' a game of hang man
I ain't into playin' games, but I'll make one like Activision
I be fallin' for the trap when I get with attractive women
Call of Duty, up your rover, got explosive ammunition
I can't fall back on the brodies completin' this active mission
We gon' make it through the struggle, ain't partin' ways, actin' different
Y'all my brothers, we gon' make it through anything that come with it
Got some benji's in the safe and the rest of my money liquid
Second cousin push a dozens g's flippin' it every minute
I put ten up on your head like I was coppin' me a battle pass
Tracking chip up on him, I can see his whip on Apple Maps
My weed Super Green got orange hairs it look like Apple Jacks
Did you, take the pound out the bottom of my new saddlebag, bitch
They say, oh my f*ckin' God, he did
One of them boys try to cross the line, but he won't walk again
Moppa in the mall, I bet all of them won't go shop again
Forty ball inside my pocket, I caught it, now Chapo droppin' him
He gon' tackle like he Chris Jones
I caught that boy laughin, I smack him and knock his lip off
Chapo brought the strap in I'm packin' a pack of fentanyl
He move wrong we double back, I want action, they got me pissed off
Let me know who wanna come and get the smoke, don't think twice just be up front
Me and Chapo run the road, what his bike against a bus
Me and Jerry got pulled up, what the Cop think of this must
And they discontinued wockhardt I pour up robotuss
F*ck, I gotta bend
Gotta, gotta go bend
Gotta bend
Round all of they block like a globe
Look at the clothes
It's Ricky o when I walk in the store
Brand new switchy gat in the back, I nicknamed the blick a stove
If I hit his hat with the Mac, bet that bitch implode
See a dollar on the ground, I pick it up and wipe my nose with it
Grown business, open the goyard duffel your loan in it
Fore they put your momma in the ground, I hope the stone hit her
Open up your granddaddy urn and I'ma go smoke with it
F*cking wannabe people
Wannabe rappers
Have you listened to their stuff
Listened to what
