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[Intro]

(16yrold)

[Verse 1: OsamaSon]

I ride 'round your town, Rick Owens jeans on

Brand-new FN on me, I'm finna fuck round, put red beams on it (Bitch)

Out this bitch up the ceilin', I'm still me (Yeah), finna put Celine on (Yeah, bitch)

I'm on your block and I'm throwin' that .223, I don't got no beam on it (Boop-boop-boop-boop)

I put the Gucci on your bitch, yeah, roll that, had that spliff, yeah (Yeah)

Chrome Heart all on my wrist, yeah (Yeah), that lil' ho all up on my dick, yeah (Woah)

[Verse 2: Apollo Red]

Only Sip' Quagen and Tris, huh

None of my hoes, in the mix, huh (yeah)

Hundred-round on my stick, all black Glock just like my fit

I don't throw racks, you gon' throw a fit (Yeah)

Super thick, that shit spit on my kicks (Okay, yeah)

ARP, lean like a kickstand (Bitch)

Diamonds, they hit like Jackie Chan

I wake up, I look for Percs

Upside down cross, fuck your church

Hit your ass out, he in the dirt

OPB's be on the shirt (Bitch)

[Verse 3: OsamaSon]

5.6, choppers and this mag' (Phew, phew)

Came in this bitch, I ain't even got no mask (No mask, yeah)

That bitch touch my dick, I told her, "Bitch, get back" (Bitch, get back)

I just killed these pussy-ass niggas, nigga, I ain't pullin' up to your kickback

I had that shit on, think about syrup (Syrup)

I let the bitch rock the chain, yeah, I'm with that

I hate this bitch, but she throwin' that shit back (Yeah)

Hop out the whip, and I'm blowin' that shit back (Bitch)

Tight-ass jeans, boy, don't get shit back (Bitch, yeah)

Walk in that shit, boy, you can't get your shit back (Boop)

Double cup up, I'm leanin' off a six pack (Bitch)

I just took both of my wrists, they mismatch (Yeah)

[Verse 4: Apollo Red]

So many shooters, like why did I do that?

He got the drop, I know where the shoot at

I shoot first, I don't even shoot back

I'm off an X when I fuck her, she knew that

Green is cool, but I like them blue racks

Two opps died, damn, that's a new pack

Leaving' my momma, like how did you do that?

Mink black coat, I'm bringin' the flu' back

Fucked up the plan, bring out them bands

Ain't got no plans, see what I'm sayin'?

I got mans for your friends

I got a stick, fuck your hands (Brrt, stick)

I got a stick, fuck your hands (Brrt, stick)

I got a stick, fuck your hands (Stick, stick)

I got a stick, fuck your hands (Stick, stick)

I got a stick, fuck your hands (Stick)