(Man what the f*ck)
(Man what the f*ck)
(Man what the f*ck, man what the f*ck, man what the f*ck)
Yeah, 808 gon' boom (Ugh)
Glock 19 gon' boom (Ugh)
That's my favorite tool, huh
I be rockin' bloom
In a trackhawk it's gon' zoom (Yeah, yeah)
And I'm whippin' it, hope I don't crash like Wick, yeah (Don't crash like Wick)
Don't need no cooling kit, this shit get you hit, yeah (Ugh)
Throwin' bullets like a quarter back. Michael Vick (Michael Vick, huh)
I've been rollin' dope, brand new Ruger got a scope
Huh, I've been pourin' up four, my gold white as f*ck like coke (Like coke)
I've been countin' commas, only worry 'bout my dough (Yeah)
I've been getting money, but you know that I want more
And I've been sippin' too much, huh, yeah, my side hurt (Ugh, ugh)
5.7 gon' get 'em, it's gon' make his side burst (Yuh)
I be puttin' that shit on, bitch, I'm flyer than a bird
Got a heater on my side, and it's gon get 'em burned (Ugh)
Huh, I'm still talkin' my shit
I'm still lighting up spliff
Glock 19 on my hip, and the Ruger on my side hit
Bitch I'm goated with the sticks, like it's Fortnite, get 'em clipped
And this bullet gon' tag 'em, yeah, like he's it (Like he's it)
(Man what the f*ck)
(Man what the f*ck)
(Man what the f*ck, man what the f*ck, man what the f*ck)
Yeah, 808 gon' boom (Ugh)
Glock 19 gon' boom (Ugh)
That's my favorite tool, huh
I be rockin' bloom
In a trackhawk it's gon' zoom (Yeah, yeah)
And I'm whippin' it, hope I don't crash like Wick, yeah (Don't crash like Wick)
Don't need no cooling kit, this shit get you hit, yeah (Ugh)
Throwin' bullets like a quarter back. Michael Vick (Michael Vick, huh)
Bitch, I'm high as f*ck, everything be in slow motion (Yuh)
But I'm countin' up, yeah, I don't got slow motion (No)
Came back from the store, with some soda, bitch, I'm pourin'
Bitch, I be rockin' Ralph Lauren
In a track', I'm gon' floor it
Got a heater on my side, but you ain't know, 'cause I store it
How the f*ck you gon' hate but all your shit be so boring?
(Man what the f*ck, man what the f*ck, man what the f*ck, yeah)
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(Man what the f*ck)
(Man what the f*ck)
(Man what the f*ck, man what the f*ck, man what the f*ck)
Yeah, 808 gon' boom (Ugh)
Glock 19 gon' boom (Ugh)
That's my favorite tool, huh
I be rockin' bloom
In a trackhawk it's gon' zoom (Yeah, yeah)
And I'm whippin' it, hope I don't crash like Wick, yeah (Don't crash like Wick)
Don't need no cooling kit, this shit get you hit, yeah (Ugh)
Throwin' bullets like a quarter back. Michael Vick (Michael Vick, huh)
I've been rollin' dope, brand new Ruger got a scope
Huh, I've been pourin' up four, my gold white as f*ck like coke (Like coke)
I've been countin' commas, only worry 'bout my dough (Yeah)
I've been getting money, but you know that I want more
And I've been sippin' too much, huh, yeah, my side hurt (Ugh, ugh)
5.7 gon' get 'em, it's gon' make his side burst (Yuh)
I be puttin' that shit on, bitch, I'm flyer than a bird
Got a heater on my side, and it's gon get 'em burned (Ugh)
Huh, I'm still talkin' my shit
I'm still lighting up spliff
Glock 19 on my hip, and the Ruger on my side hit
Bitch I'm goated with the sticks, like it's Fortnite, get 'em clipped
And this bullet gon' tag 'em, yeah, like he's it (Like he's it)
(Man what the f*ck)
(Man what the f*ck)
(Man what the f*ck, man what the f*ck, man what the f*ck)
Yeah, 808 gon' boom (Ugh)
Glock 19 gon' boom (Ugh)
That's my favorite tool, huh
I be rockin' bloom
In a trackhawk it's gon' zoom (Yeah, yeah)
And I'm whippin' it, hope I don't crash like Wick, yeah (Don't crash like Wick)
Don't need no cooling kit, this shit get you hit, yeah (Ugh)
Throwin' bullets like a quarter back. Michael Vick (Michael Vick, huh)
Bitch, I'm high as f*ck, everything be in slow motion (Yuh)
But I'm countin' up, yeah, I don't got slow motion (No)
Came back from the store, with some soda, bitch, I'm pourin'
Bitch, I be rockin' Ralph Lauren
In a track', I'm gon' floor it
Got a heater on my side, but you ain't know, 'cause I store it
How the f*ck you gon' hate but all your shit be so boring?
(Man what the f*ck, man what the f*ck, man what the f*ck, yeah)
(Man what the f*ck)
(Man what the f*ck, man what the f*ck, man what the f*ck)
Yeah, 808 gon' boom (Ugh)
Glock 19 gon' boom (Ugh)
That's my favorite tool, huh
I be rockin' bloom
In a trackhawk it's gon' zoom (Yeah, yeah)
And I'm whippin' it, hope I don't crash like Wick, yeah (Don't crash like Wick)
Don't need no cooling kit, this shit get you hit, yeah (Ugh)
Throwin' bullets like a quarter back. Michael Vick (Michael Vick, huh)
I've been rollin' dope, brand new Ruger got a scope
Huh, I've been pourin' up four, my gold white as f*ck like coke (Like coke)
I've been countin' commas, only worry 'bout my dough (Yeah)
I've been getting money, but you know that I want more
And I've been sippin' too much, huh, yeah, my side hurt (Ugh, ugh)
5.7 gon' get 'em, it's gon' make his side burst (Yuh)
I be puttin' that shit on, bitch, I'm flyer than a bird
Got a heater on my side, and it's gon get 'em burned (Ugh)
Huh, I'm still talkin' my shit
I'm still lighting up spliff
Glock 19 on my hip, and the Ruger on my side hit
Bitch I'm goated with the sticks, like it's Fortnite, get 'em clipped
And this bullet gon' tag 'em, yeah, like he's it (Like he's it)
(Man what the f*ck)
(Man what the f*ck)
(Man what the f*ck, man what the f*ck, man what the f*ck)
Yeah, 808 gon' boom (Ugh)
Glock 19 gon' boom (Ugh)
That's my favorite tool, huh
I be rockin' bloom
In a trackhawk it's gon' zoom (Yeah, yeah)
And I'm whippin' it, hope I don't crash like Wick, yeah (Don't crash like Wick)
Don't need no cooling kit, this shit get you hit, yeah (Ugh)
Throwin' bullets like a quarter back. Michael Vick (Michael Vick, huh)
Bitch, I'm high as f*ck, everything be in slow motion (Yuh)
But I'm countin' up, yeah, I don't got slow motion (No)
Came back from the store, with some soda, bitch, I'm pourin'
Bitch, I be rockin' Ralph Lauren
In a track', I'm gon' floor it
Got a heater on my side, but you ain't know, 'cause I store it
How the f*ck you gon' hate but all your shit be so boring?
(Man what the f*ck, man what the f*ck, man what the f*ck, yeah)
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