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(G-Got it on smash)
(OG Parker)
Ayy, mm, mm, mm, mm
Damn
Mm-hm
Ayy, mm, mm, mm, mm (hell nah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Hop out on the block, turn him to a sprinter (turn him to a sprinter)
I'm not in my car, I'm in a rental (I'm in a rental)
If that nigga want beef, take him to dinner (ayy)
I love my Glock, got a lil' kick in her (ayy)
Nigga know what goin' on (ayy)
We ain't talkin' on the phones (ayy)
If he don't leave me 'lone, I'ma have to get him gone (ayy)
Retarded with this choppa like a nigga missin' chromosome (ayy)
After we drop his body we gon' go and dump him on (ayy)
Don't run from this ass whoopin' (ass whoopin')
And if you run, I grab my gun (grab my gun)
Ayy, shoot him in his back or some (back or some)
I know he's dead, he's not shakin' (not shakin')
Police call me, beat that case (beat that case)
Before I eat, I say my grace (say my grace)
I seen my Crips and shake up Grape (shake up Grape)
You know that I can't change my ways (yeah, yeah)

Ayy, I'm a creative thinker
Blunt in my finger
Catch me a rapper, make him turn him to a singer (brrr)
Saw bitch in his eyes when a nigga had seen him
If a nigga had the pipe, I would have damn near cleaned him
In the trap, fool, with the sack, fool, sellin' dog food (trap, trap)
Hit the back door 'cause a nigga seen the law, fool
Nigga had to shoot him because he a tall dude (ayy, ayy)
I ain't finna fight no man, I'm a small dude (ayy, ayy)
We was them niggas trappin' with them K's
The difference between me and you, bitch, I'm paid (I'm paid)
Bullet flew past my face in the shootout, I'm brave (I'm brave)
If he send a diss, then he gon' die today
Paid that bitch just to give me the drop (brrr)
I'ma trade him a Draco for another Glock (a Glock)
Little do he know that choppa dirty as a mop
Man, I needed me some shoes 'cause I ran from the narcs

Hop out on the block, turn him to a sprinter (turn him to a sprinter)
I'm not in my car, I'm in a rental (I'm in a rental)
If that nigga want beef, take him to dinner (ayy)
I love my Glock, got a lil' kick in her (got a lil' kick in her)
Nigga know what goin' on (ayy)
We ain't talkin' on the phones (ayy)
If he don't leave me 'lone, I'ma have to get him gone (ayy)
Retarded with this choppa like a nigga missin' chromosome (missin' chromosome)
After we drop his body we gon' go and dump him on (dump him on)
Don't run from this ass whoopin' (ass whoopin')
And if he run, I grab my gun (grab my gun)
Ayy, shoot him in his back or some (back or some)
I know he's dead, he's not shakin' (not shakin')
Police call me, beat that case (beat that case)
Before I eat, I say my grace (say my grace)
I seen my Crips and shake up Grape (shake up Grape)
You know that I can't change my ways (yeah, yeah)

Can't change my ways for a bitch nigga
You told what you saw, you a snitch nigga (rat)
And where I'm from, keep a stick, nigga
And keep you a mask when you stick niggas (brrt)
And keep you a glove when you blick niggas
I don't pop shit, I pop gun triggers
I'm the KKK 'cause I keep killin' niggas (brrt, brrt, brrt)
I don't care where you at, we gon' finish niggas
Kill a nigga then pop up at the wake
Slime in the cut, he got popped by a Grape (slime)
Face shot out the Drac', ain't no way he gon' make it
Tell his mama that I did it, better get your baby
White boy in the cut with the guns, Slim Shady
White boy with the bomb in the cut, Tom Brady
I'm all ready on gang, why this nigga try to play?
Hollow tip for a cop if that nigga try to tase me

Ayy, mm, mm, mm, mm (NLE the Top Shotta, bombs like Al-Qaeda)
Shit get spooky, nigga, no cap (NLE the Top Shotta got the bombs like Al-Qaeda)
This shit get real fishy, on God (NLE the Top Shotta got the bombs like Al-Qaeda)
We creep around these streets, hunnid deep (NLE the Top Shotta got the bombs like Al-Qaeda)
We'll do that
We'll do that, give that boy a blue bag
We'll do that
Hunnid some shots, come do that, brrt
Brrt, brrt, brrt
Ayy, brrt, brrt, brrt
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
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(G-Got it on smash)
(OG Parker)
Ayy, mm, mm, mm, mm
Damn
Mm-hm
Ayy, mm, mm, mm, mm (hell nah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Hop out on the block, turn him to a sprinter (turn him to a sprinter)
I'm not in my car, I'm in a rental (I'm in a rental)
If that nigga want beef, take him to dinner (ayy)
I love my Glock, got a lil' kick in her (ayy)
Nigga know what goin' on (ayy)
We ain't talkin' on the phones (ayy)
If he don't leave me 'lone, I'ma have to get him gone (ayy)
Retarded with this choppa like a nigga missin' chromosome (ayy)
After we drop his body we gon' go and dump him on (ayy)
Don't run from this ass whoopin' (ass whoopin')
And if you run, I grab my gun (grab my gun)
Ayy, shoot him in his back or some (back or some)
I know he's dead, he's not shakin' (not shakin')
Police call me, beat that case (beat that case)
Before I eat, I say my grace (say my grace)
I seen my Crips and shake up Grape (shake up Grape)
You know that I can't change my ways (yeah, yeah)

Ayy, I'm a creative thinker
Blunt in my finger
Catch me a rapper, make him turn him to a singer (brrr)
Saw bitch in his eyes when a nigga had seen him
If a nigga had the pipe, I would have damn near cleaned him
In the trap, fool, with the sack, fool, sellin' dog food (trap, trap)
Hit the back door 'cause a nigga seen the law, fool
Nigga had to shoot him because he a tall dude (ayy, ayy)
I ain't finna fight no man, I'm a small dude (ayy, ayy)
We was them niggas trappin' with them K's
The difference between me and you, bitch, I'm paid (I'm paid)
Bullet flew past my face in the shootout, I'm brave (I'm brave)
If he send a diss, then he gon' die today
Paid that bitch just to give me the drop (brrr)
I'ma trade him a Draco for another Glock (a Glock)
Little do he know that choppa dirty as a mop
Man, I needed me some shoes 'cause I ran from the narcs

Hop out on the block, turn him to a sprinter (turn him to a sprinter)
I'm not in my car, I'm in a rental (I'm in a rental)
If that nigga want beef, take him to dinner (ayy)
I love my Glock, got a lil' kick in her (got a lil' kick in her)
Nigga know what goin' on (ayy)
We ain't talkin' on the phones (ayy)
If he don't leave me 'lone, I'ma have to get him gone (ayy)
Retarded with this choppa like a nigga missin' chromosome (missin' chromosome)
After we drop his body we gon' go and dump him on (dump him on)
Don't run from this ass whoopin' (ass whoopin')
And if he run, I grab my gun (grab my gun)
Ayy, shoot him in his back or some (back or some)
I know he's dead, he's not shakin' (not shakin')
Police call me, beat that case (beat that case)
Before I eat, I say my grace (say my grace)
I seen my Crips and shake up Grape (shake up Grape)
You know that I can't change my ways (yeah, yeah)

Can't change my ways for a bitch nigga
You told what you saw, you a snitch nigga (rat)
And where I'm from, keep a stick, nigga
And keep you a mask when you stick niggas (brrt)
And keep you a glove when you blick niggas
I don't pop shit, I pop gun triggers
I'm the KKK 'cause I keep killin' niggas (brrt, brrt, brrt)
I don't care where you at, we gon' finish niggas
Kill a nigga then pop up at the wake
Slime in the cut, he got popped by a Grape (slime)
Face shot out the Drac', ain't no way he gon' make it
Tell his mama that I did it, better get your baby
White boy in the cut with the guns, Slim Shady
White boy with the bomb in the cut, Tom Brady
I'm all ready on gang, why this nigga try to play?
Hollow tip for a cop if that nigga try to tase me

Ayy, mm, mm, mm, mm (NLE the Top Shotta, bombs like Al-Qaeda)
Shit get spooky, nigga, no cap (NLE the Top Shotta got the bombs like Al-Qaeda)
This shit get real fishy, on God (NLE the Top Shotta got the bombs like Al-Qaeda)
We creep around these streets, hunnid deep (NLE the Top Shotta got the bombs like Al-Qaeda)
We'll do that
We'll do that, give that boy a blue bag
We'll do that
Hunnid some shots, come do that, brrt
Brrt, brrt, brrt
Ayy, brrt, brrt, brrt
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
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Writer: Bryan Yepes, Bryson Lashun Potts, Joshua Isaih Parker, Omar Gomez, Samuel David Jimenez
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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