[Verse: Nettspend]
Yeah, you chattin' on the net, what, you talkin' down on Nett?
In that fast car, fuckin' up a check
All my brothers in this bitch when we jumpin' out a jet
And my brother drunk as fuck, told him he can't drive the Benz
And I'm off of two Perc' pills, I could drive the Benz
In New York City, me and Polo off a ten
With my brothers, with my brothers, with my brothers
With my brothers in that fast car fuckin' up a check
I can't take you 'round my area 'cause I'm really fuckin' stressed
All these bad bitches really tryna flex, uh (Tryna flex, uh)
Uh, uh (Ooh), really tryna flex (Really tryna flex, uh)
Said "I'm only tryna flex," said, "Said I'm only tryna flex," ooh-ah
Steady said, "I'm tryna flex," while I'm hot
Yeah, you talk behind my back, and you must be fuckin' high
Rolled a 3.5 in the Benz, now we high
Shoutout 3500, Witch Gang, and the guys
[Verse: kynlary]
Shoutout 3500, I got racks up in the sky
Jit, if I say it, yeah, they playin' hopscotch on you
Bitch, you had [?], one door, can we [?] on you
Okay, yeah, free my lil' brother, how that fuckin' feel?
Chopper comin' out that car, that bitch sound like doorbell
She wanna make a wish, so throw a coin in wishing well
Yeah, uh, yeah, these niggas think I'm [?]
Ask yo big bitch, like, bitch, like, god, like, bitch, like, wick it
Feel like John Wick, hop out, woah, bitch, I'm tweakin'
Blue Flame, Magic City, bitch, it hit on weekends
Switch accounts, yeah, he throw 'em off, bitch, we blood 'em
[Verse: Nettspend]
Chattin' on the net
What, you talkin' do—
Chattin' on the net
What, you talkin' down on Nett?
In that fast car, fuckin' up a check
All my brothers in this bitch when we jumpin' out a jet
And my brother drunk as fuck, told him he can't drive the Benz
And I'm off of two Perc' pills, I can't drive the Benz
I'm really out here, see me, me and Pablo off a ten
With my brothers, with my brothers, with my brothers
With my brothers in that fast ca—
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