[Intro: Yung Grabba]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Chorus: Yung Grabba]
Mega man, mega man
Shooting shit, mega man
Mega man, mega man
Shooting shit, mega man
Mega man, mega man
Shooting shit, mega man
Mega man, mega man
Shooting shit, mega man
[Verse 1: Yung Grabba]
Your bitch wanna fuck me
She know Grabba got the fucking zip
Pints on top of pints yeah Grabba got that muddy slimy shit
Truey on my Louis bitches top me in a foreign whip
MK on my last bitch cause she suck me in my M-1-6
Who are you my nigga why you talking all that stupid shit
Your bitch is the topic she be always on a different dick
Bitch pussy like 'venchy so I had to let my niggas hit
Racks all in my pocket your bitch wanna suck my fucking dick
[Chorus: Yung Grabba]
Mega man, mega man
Shooting shit, mega man
Mega man, mega man
Shooting shit, mega man
[Verse 2: Yung Gook]
Okay, okay
FLA shit hit a nigga with a clip
Up in the kitchen I whip a whole brick
Cadillac shit stay whipping my wrist
Back of the caddy she sucking my dick
Jugg a fuck nigga I'm picking his shit
Like I'm Mario, stacking up bricks
Codeine bricks, been with the shits
Yung Gook, taking ya loot
Pussy don't play cause my young niggas shoot
Hop out the coupe and I smoke in the booth
With lil boof and you know we some gooks
[Interlude; XXXTENTACION]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Gang, gang
[Verse 3: XXXTENTACION]
I got black and white bitches I call it zebra
Little spots all on yo head like a cheetah
I heard that bitch come from the jungle, she a eater
You know my niggas super savage, they gon' feed her
Gotta clock up on my cock like Flava Flav,, how you do it? (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Demolition in that pussy scraight from rage (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
You know my niggas is shootin' no PlayStation (Ayy, gang)
I know some niggas in county they straight Haitian (Gang, gang)
They be like X don't send no texts how he do it (Hey! Ayy, ayy)
I beat her down her pussy running I'm talkin' fluid (Murk, murk)
Master blasting, I heard yo niggas boolin' (Ayy, ayy)
I got some bitches, bitches they need some seducing, crucially (Ayy)
[Verse 4: Ski Mask the Slump God]
Woke up with a head then slap on a rack
I'm flashin' this paper, she said "she see that"
She giving me dome, she said she can't breathe
She still goin' hard, asthma attack
Respect my mind and respecting my gat
Supreme on my back, five panel hat
We playin' Chicago so pass that shit back
Them Juicy J paper, get trippy off that
I puff and I pass, I'm bustin' right through
You catchin' a chill, ice on my neck
Gotta throw up your set, that's when them watches
The chains, the rings, be shinin' the best
I'm whippin' and cooking and looking the best
Stainless steel from Bangladesh
She squirt like a hoe who been touching herself
Mind on that green like I'm layin' in grass
Colored Sprite got me nice
Damn I'm lookin' swag tonight
Where the bitch, teeth pearly
White, she tryna fuck tonight
Rollin up that grand daddy
How my head feel Einstein
Sittin' back, pushin' packs
Mary Jane my concubine
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