[Intro]
H, is that a gun on you?
Aye wait a minute
[Verse]
If I pop this score like a balloon, I wanna see your insides and not confetti (Bow)
Though I swing that with force at the end of my apartments, a fucking 'chete (Ching ching)
Four mans got bucked and shaved, drill it, I heard that the scene was messy (How?)
When I catch that E on a wing, don't pull a Muzzy Izzet like a FIFA sweaty (Aye catch that)
But I sit and a man just score, (huh?)
Shit, I [?] for a billie assists
But man know me getting down to the floor, get wacked to the 36 straight to your forks
Sliding man's riding out, back-out opp's mans wilding out (Ching ching)
I like to hack up, trynna sign him out
Feed him this scene go slide him 'bout (Huh?)
Could've dozed on this on transit, mad ting, don't get your whole face splanded (Bow)
That flick, far from bougie, how she bougie, mad dark, she's tampered
Prettiest face, and the biggest breasts, but the tits sag 'cause they heavy like anchors (Huh?)
And man, know the kid ain't social, fuck the vocals I ain't on chatting's
I ain't on none of that chat, none of that wass, none of that talk
Backing to opps, I'm backing my splash, I'm wetting him down, and changing them scores (Ching ching)
3T1 not on no wap for swinging these hand and turn a man's corpse (Yeah)
Shit, them fuckin' sent a man opp's, man know he went to the low
DZ I'm way too serious, I'm as serious as a heart attack (they know)
Man, but my bro's start shaving, man paint him like his heart attack (Aye ching it)
Them man over there, some claiming it's blatant that they don't want mash
Stack cash, make moolah (Money up), at the same time lift man's hat
[Outro]
Harlem's mixed this
Lyrics provided by LRCLIB
