Damn, aye, okay, yea, yea, yea
Switch it, get to glitching hit his block, knock the lights off
VVS my body mob shit, I'm so iced out
I ain't worried bout no nigga smoke with anybody
Bitch, this that grimy set that clean up crew that wipe your nose, bitch
Molly tab, I'm geeked up nigga bet not look this way
He thinking with his dick, he tripping thot, bitch, make it his plate
We get that drop, know we gone flip that spot, bitch, every day
Let switch off, go spaz dumping that big drake
Got stick on me, twelve hit them lights, told Eli, do the race
Bro crashed the whip I hopped out, running b-lick still on my waist
I'm 17, I almost died at a early age
Nah, I don't feel shit, this that real shit, see it in my face
Pop back to back, these perks, I'm like, what the f*ck is pain
Don't call me hurt, you ain't gone ride and pop out swing that chain
That nigga died trying to act tough, but I ain't gone say no name
I'm tired of niggas fake kicking , man all these niggas out here bitching
You wanna hang with gang, but you can't hang with gang, cause niggas snitching
All this water on my pants, they said red bitch you been dripping
I'm in the studio with G-cap, and s-wop, we in the trenches
I'm in the trenches it get wicked, wicked, I'm from out west where shit get busy
I know this lil hoe tryna f*ck, cause she keep liking all my pictures
This lil hoe telling all my business , lil hoe put me in every mention
Her baby, daddy text my phone, I told him, call me if it's tension
Aye, hit that nigga block and light it up like it's Christmas
Bitch, I stayed down and ran it up, I had to get my digits
Spin that nigga block, it's broad day, but I don't got no fidget
Police on the avenue I'm pulling up like nigga, f*ck a ticket
Hop out the car and put your b-lick up, I don't think he really with it
I got the Glock under my shirt, that nigga tweaking, I'm gone b-lick him
Whole gang, we got the extensions, f*ck around, get hit with switches
Ain't no back door, I pull my mask down and get the b-licking
Nigga tweaking on that app like, what the f*ck, you niggas tripping
G-cap gone pop a perk, we run down and terrorize your city
Too many poles up in the ride, so don't hop in if you ain't with it
We hit that nigga face like, fa, fa, I'm hopping out with g
Glock 19 gone hit his back, but he don't know who f*cking did it
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Damn, aye, okay, yea, yea, yea
Switch it, get to glitching hit his block, knock the lights off
VVS my body mob shit, I'm so iced out
I ain't worried bout no nigga smoke with anybody
Bitch, this that grimy set that clean up crew that wipe your nose, bitch
Molly tab, I'm geeked up nigga bet not look this way
He thinking with his dick, he tripping thot, bitch, make it his plate
We get that drop, know we gone flip that spot, bitch, every day
Let switch off, go spaz dumping that big drake
Got stick on me, twelve hit them lights, told Eli, do the race
Bro crashed the whip I hopped out, running b-lick still on my waist
I'm 17, I almost died at a early age
Nah, I don't feel shit, this that real shit, see it in my face
Pop back to back, these perks, I'm like, what the f*ck is pain
Don't call me hurt, you ain't gone ride and pop out swing that chain
That nigga died trying to act tough, but I ain't gone say no name
I'm tired of niggas fake kicking , man all these niggas out here bitching
You wanna hang with gang, but you can't hang with gang, cause niggas snitching
All this water on my pants, they said red bitch you been dripping
I'm in the studio with G-cap, and s-wop, we in the trenches
I'm in the trenches it get wicked, wicked, I'm from out west where shit get busy
I know this lil hoe tryna f*ck, cause she keep liking all my pictures
This lil hoe telling all my business , lil hoe put me in every mention
Her baby, daddy text my phone, I told him, call me if it's tension
Aye, hit that nigga block and light it up like it's Christmas
Bitch, I stayed down and ran it up, I had to get my digits
Spin that nigga block, it's broad day, but I don't got no fidget
Police on the avenue I'm pulling up like nigga, f*ck a ticket
Hop out the car and put your b-lick up, I don't think he really with it
I got the Glock under my shirt, that nigga tweaking, I'm gone b-lick him
Whole gang, we got the extensions, f*ck around, get hit with switches
Ain't no back door, I pull my mask down and get the b-licking
Nigga tweaking on that app like, what the f*ck, you niggas tripping
G-cap gone pop a perk, we run down and terrorize your city
Too many poles up in the ride, so don't hop in if you ain't with it
We hit that nigga face like, fa, fa, I'm hopping out with g
Glock 19 gone hit his back, but he don't know who f*cking did it
Switch it, get to glitching hit his block, knock the lights off
VVS my body mob shit, I'm so iced out
I ain't worried bout no nigga smoke with anybody
Bitch, this that grimy set that clean up crew that wipe your nose, bitch
Molly tab, I'm geeked up nigga bet not look this way
He thinking with his dick, he tripping thot, bitch, make it his plate
We get that drop, know we gone flip that spot, bitch, every day
Let switch off, go spaz dumping that big drake
Got stick on me, twelve hit them lights, told Eli, do the race
Bro crashed the whip I hopped out, running b-lick still on my waist
I'm 17, I almost died at a early age
Nah, I don't feel shit, this that real shit, see it in my face
Pop back to back, these perks, I'm like, what the f*ck is pain
Don't call me hurt, you ain't gone ride and pop out swing that chain
That nigga died trying to act tough, but I ain't gone say no name
I'm tired of niggas fake kicking , man all these niggas out here bitching
You wanna hang with gang, but you can't hang with gang, cause niggas snitching
All this water on my pants, they said red bitch you been dripping
I'm in the studio with G-cap, and s-wop, we in the trenches
I'm in the trenches it get wicked, wicked, I'm from out west where shit get busy
I know this lil hoe tryna f*ck, cause she keep liking all my pictures
This lil hoe telling all my business , lil hoe put me in every mention
Her baby, daddy text my phone, I told him, call me if it's tension
Aye, hit that nigga block and light it up like it's Christmas
Bitch, I stayed down and ran it up, I had to get my digits
Spin that nigga block, it's broad day, but I don't got no fidget
Police on the avenue I'm pulling up like nigga, f*ck a ticket
Hop out the car and put your b-lick up, I don't think he really with it
I got the Glock under my shirt, that nigga tweaking, I'm gone b-lick him
Whole gang, we got the extensions, f*ck around, get hit with switches
Ain't no back door, I pull my mask down and get the b-licking
Nigga tweaking on that app like, what the f*ck, you niggas tripping
G-cap gone pop a perk, we run down and terrorize your city
Too many poles up in the ride, so don't hop in if you ain't with it
We hit that nigga face like, fa, fa, I'm hopping out with g
Glock 19 gone hit his back, but he don't know who f*cking did it
Writer: Kaylen Barlow
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid