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[Intro: bbno$] Gang, Gryfon Uh, bbno$ Ayy, b-b-b-boom, chk, chk, pew-pew, pew, pew [Verse 1: bbno$] Sippin' black shit, 'til I'm ratchet [?] Got some granite, now I crack it I'ma piggy bank, clank, clank Hit my diamonds dance, girlies wanna dance Spot the chance, got no pants Where my dickhead and my pants, ayy Cash out with a check, got a nice girl, that's a Czech Cop some Nike, cop a check Ball too hard now in some debt Got some nerve and now you fret Cough a lung, I need some Tech Skrr, skrr, skrr, now I jet Fuck them Xans, I ain't no bitch, yuh Finna pay attention, I'm your teacher in detention, ayy Only do this rap shit 'til I can cop myself pension, ayy Why you flexing so hard, boy? I think you got some tension, ayy Play this game so well, I got you warming up the benches, ayy Cat, bat, heavy net, plastic bag until I'm dead Tag, what you said, frat, yo gang 'bout to end up dead Med school, pass school, fuck that shit, I'm kinda cool What I do, fine, it's true, boy you think I got time for you, nah [Interlude: bbno$ & TrippyThaKid] What? Gang, what? (Yeah, yeah, gang, yeah boy) This shit is- yeah, yeah, skrr, skrr, skrr [Verse 2: TrippyThaKid] Throwing up the peace sign, find me on the East side We don't need no freak, no need, no peace, no pistol, weak guy Bitch, I'm on my heat, my brand new fleek gon' get you ordered on I'm in the mood like ya'll you gotta do right Boy, get it right like all the time I'm in the booth, night time and I'm zooming, gooning, ballooning, undermine Bitch don't get in my way, don't get in my heart, don't get in my vibe, alright I just wanna do me, you gotta do you, don't wanna lose all the vibes Fuckin' around, don't get buddy buddy, get it dummy funny, but we all the rhyme This the key that gon' run it, don't fuck around with our money This is the mood, we on the moon, we 'bout to dip on the public You better be wishin' you us, don't wanna be freaky with us You tryna be dissin' on us, you 'boutta get kicked in yo guts Th-th-this the only way to get across, I swear to god I'm passing blue team after blue team, got my mission in the trunk I gotta walk around my city with my shirt up like a scarf Because they see me and they beamin' tryna kill me for the cause [Verse 3: Howl] Thank those bands or the man, or catch those hands I'ma smack 'em with the handle on my grip, you want my shit? Well, bitch, I'm mad, as loud as a vandal I'm so bad boy, ran with the scandal So much cash, yeah, Howl got his hands full Blow up quick, yeah, blow up sets, yeah Yeah, I'm so lit like Baby with a candle, yeah I don't really think about it, I just make my moves I've been grinding quick, I'm sick, I'm with it, hit it with my crew Had the lit, it hidden, hit some city winning, watchin' you Tryna copy me I stop and see you'll never cop my views, nah How you be with me and dip on the cruise? But bet that you'll hit me to get ya produce Caught up to business to see how I move But all of ya' tracks got me hitting the snooze, ayy Cooking up flavors all day, I see you craving and banging your plate Savor the taste of the bangers I've made I'm a major in flame, gotta wave it away Fan on my city, I be whippin' through the limit Drop a can down my leg, well, like it's grippin', boy, I'm swimmin' All the land is my mission, boy, I'm zippin' through and tripping With the sauce that I be givin', finna floss, I'm finger lickin', yeah