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[Random man] Ye, ye ye Ye ye ye ye ye ye yeah Uh huh ye ye ye Yeah ye ye ye ye ye ye Ye ye ye ye ye ye yeah Ye, ehn-ehn, Ye, Ye [Intro: BobbyToo Tact] Grah grah boom MR. Dump for the 6ix Like, nigga's know how I get Mmh put some respect on my name [Verse 1: BobbyToo Tact] Do this shit everyday so I don't even post it Made it back in two plays and I ain't even notice Got the boys on my d*ck tryna take all my brothers My finger keep itching I gotta stay focused If I up with the left Ima aim with my thumb Toe to toe in the box he can't fight one on one If the G didn't jam he would've been done I start slapping the G like I'm tapping the drums [Verse II: BobbyToo Tact] No I'm not like the rest of these niggas If I'm signing I need more than six figures No phone on the drill we ain't sliding for pictures Can't run from this G double tapping the trigger (What the fuck?) Different beats gotta force y'all to listen(?) I'm too close to the rim so imagine me missing Yelling out ( ) If I like how it glisten (Skii) Niggas know how we get when the scooms get to blitzin Can't see through the tints I might flock at his window .45 bullets I call it "lil' Kimbo" Grrt bow watch this dumb nigga limbo Hear the echo watch this dumb nigga get low Mr. Throw more than 6ix if he slide in a fishbowl Crouching down creep up I'ma tip-toe Want a feature? Just send it on crypto See the opps out of town we gon' blow up the sigo(?) Bro got the wheel tryna dig on the Troopers Might line through the trucks tryna get through the traffic Outside catching rec I was really a Hooper Got me back in the field tryna play Target Practice When I bend I'm not hitting civilians Get to dumping they running in buildings Do this shit for my brothers you don't know the feeling When you in the cage looking up at the ceiling [Verse 3: BobbyToo Tact] Like I'm getting flashbacks Bro calling I'm sending on cashapp Slide or provide put this shit on my back Afro drill on my shoulders like I got a bad back Walk down got me feeling like mike You not true FDL tryna burn out the tires[?] Why they cap on the net like my music ain't fire? Just give me my flowers if I ever retire I'm to nice for this shit so I don't need a feature 48 for the G so it is nice to meet ya Made it back for these kids I'm like a teacher If you ain't shoot it up stay the fuck on the bleachers (Stay on the bench) Niggas is fanned out They see what I'm doing now they got they hand out When I was down bad no one pulled a band out Leeching, everyone jack they my mans now Top one underrated got something to prove And I can't crash out now I got too much to lose Eurostep let me get in my groove Put the V up in drive let me do what I do Shi left him froze but this bitch a heater Throwing shots at that V who the fuck in that beamer? Don't think that I'm loafing I'm toting "Fatima" Ten toes [?] til' they free my nigga Ceaser (Free Ceaser) [Outro: Burna Boy, BobbyToo Tact] Ye, Ye, Ye oh Ye, Ye, Ye, Ye, Ye, Ye, Ye oh Uh huh Ye, Ye, Ye oh Free muddy, Free twice, Free all the members [Part II] [Intro: Al Capone] Did I ask you what you're trying to do? Did I ask you what you're trying to do? I want you to get this fuck where he breathes I want you to find this Nancy boy, Eliot ness I want him dead!- [Verse 1: BobbyToo Tact] I want 'em dead, where the fuck is lil' Drippy? I let it flock cause I like to get risky I'm still looking for rec and they not in the city Where the fuck is the Coach? Tell that nigga get with me Bro on the bike tryna flock every pedal Better not lack for a bitch in stiletto's Gun get to jamming start slapping the medal He ran on his mans while I flock at his fellow Now she tryna get it like sexy and I'm tryna fuck on her bestie Might fuck the whole group, if she let me And I can't wife no leg cause these bitches is friendly She get a lil' slutty when she off the Don Let it clap for the cam make a movie like HULU Ass fat throw it back in some Lulu's He should've died on that scene it was Voodoo [Outro:Al Capone] I want 'em dead- Dead dead Dead dead Dead