Oh my God, it's you, uh, yeah, it's you, yeah, yeah, it's you
(F*ck shit, what, five five)
Walk inside the function, hella sticks in my book bag
(Blick bag)
We ain't runnin' fades, you can push back uh uh
(Get back)
Yeah, you was my brudda, but you had a rat
(no no), we can't mess with that, we can't mess with that
(You)
It was you, ho
(You)
Can't believe you did that
Pull out hella glocks hell yeah, I'ma spin that
Me and gang locked in, so you know we did that
Five, five, shit, fifty-five, yeah we glowin' up
Pour a four inside my double cup
I can't get enough, I can't feel nothin
But I see the barrel, of the fah gun, I can't feel nun
I can't feel nothin
You, uh, yeah, it's you, yeah, yeah, it's you
F*ck shit, what, five, five
Walk inside the function, hella sticks up in my book bag
We ain't runnin' fades, you can't push back
Yeah, you was my brudda, but you had a rat
No, no, we can't mess with that, we can't mess with that
You, you
Wait, wait, what