Bitch, I'm from the Ru, where you think I get the name from
I pressed him, he wasn't from the same gang, why he change up
I gave him that one free pass, he gave his chains up, ayy, ayy
I keep a 30 and a 19 if he wanna back door I hit that nigga all in his back, he screamin
Uh oh
65's and two fives and two five-nines, i make him stand up
Slapped yo nigga and took his chains, why he ain't man up
How the f*ck you talk on the net, but you don't blame some
Shooting shit up in the rac, call me grandson How the f*ck you ain't move a pack, go with
Yō dead ones
Dead prezzys, all in my pocket and you can't get one
Damn, like why the opps on the playground
If a nigga poppin' on the net, we took his spray ground
45 gon' reach, get stretched, we make him lay down
Black ski, Nike, Tech, we left the face down
Bitch, throw it up and throw it back and make it go round
Bitch, throw it up throw it back and make it go round
Bitch, go dumb and hit the splits it aint make no sound
Bitch go up and hit the blade i make it go wild
How you on only fans but you aint make it out
45 i let it spray im boutta bounce up out this shit 16 and caught a case you better ask about this shit
How the f*ck you talkin' shit when I be postin' with yo bitch
If he poppin' on the net, you better duck, cause you get hit
I specialize in book smarts, cause I'm sophisticated, jit
Don't f*ck with booked marks, cause they be tellin' to the pigs
4-5 hold 4-5 and we gon' hit him in his wig Yo bitch, up in the club, the Cassa Migos get her lit
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Bitch, I'm from the Ru, where you think I get the name from
I pressed him, he wasn't from the same gang, why he change up
I gave him that one free pass, he gave his chains up, ayy, ayy
I keep a 30 and a 19 if he wanna back door I hit that nigga all in his back, he screamin
Uh oh
65's and two fives and two five-nines, i make him stand up
Slapped yo nigga and took his chains, why he ain't man up
How the f*ck you talk on the net, but you don't blame some
Shooting shit up in the rac, call me grandson How the f*ck you ain't move a pack, go with
Yō dead ones
Dead prezzys, all in my pocket and you can't get one
Damn, like why the opps on the playground
If a nigga poppin' on the net, we took his spray ground
45 gon' reach, get stretched, we make him lay down
Black ski, Nike, Tech, we left the face down
Bitch, throw it up and throw it back and make it go round
Bitch, throw it up throw it back and make it go round
Bitch, go dumb and hit the splits it aint make no sound
Bitch go up and hit the blade i make it go wild
How you on only fans but you aint make it out
45 i let it spray im boutta bounce up out this shit 16 and caught a case you better ask about this shit
How the f*ck you talkin' shit when I be postin' with yo bitch
If he poppin' on the net, you better duck, cause you get hit
I specialize in book smarts, cause I'm sophisticated, jit
Don't f*ck with booked marks, cause they be tellin' to the pigs
4-5 hold 4-5 and we gon' hit him in his wig Yo bitch, up in the club, the Cassa Migos get her lit
I pressed him, he wasn't from the same gang, why he change up
I gave him that one free pass, he gave his chains up, ayy, ayy
I keep a 30 and a 19 if he wanna back door I hit that nigga all in his back, he screamin
Uh oh
65's and two fives and two five-nines, i make him stand up
Slapped yo nigga and took his chains, why he ain't man up
How the f*ck you talk on the net, but you don't blame some
Shooting shit up in the rac, call me grandson How the f*ck you ain't move a pack, go with
Yō dead ones
Dead prezzys, all in my pocket and you can't get one
Damn, like why the opps on the playground
If a nigga poppin' on the net, we took his spray ground
45 gon' reach, get stretched, we make him lay down
Black ski, Nike, Tech, we left the face down
Bitch, throw it up and throw it back and make it go round
Bitch, throw it up throw it back and make it go round
Bitch, go dumb and hit the splits it aint make no sound
Bitch go up and hit the blade i make it go wild
How you on only fans but you aint make it out
45 i let it spray im boutta bounce up out this shit 16 and caught a case you better ask about this shit
How the f*ck you talkin' shit when I be postin' with yo bitch
If he poppin' on the net, you better duck, cause you get hit
I specialize in book smarts, cause I'm sophisticated, jit
Don't f*ck with booked marks, cause they be tellin' to the pigs
4-5 hold 4-5 and we gon' hit him in his wig Yo bitch, up in the club, the Cassa Migos get her lit
Writer: jazzlyn bailey
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