[Chorus: Fredo]
Fuck them, I don't know them, they ain't one hunna
In my German car, drop a big pack on my young gunner
In the trap, I make mad stacks off one number
When you're at the pot, you can lose it all off one fuck up
[Verse 1: Yxng Bane]
Fuck them, I don't know them, they ain't one hunna
All up on your crop half, fuck her yard don ah
Fuck them, I don't know them, they ain't one hunna
Strapped up, strapped creps, nigga, that's Margiela
Hoppin' out the spaceship (Ah, yeah)
Swagger's on eighty (Ah, yeah)
Probably fucked your missus in a Uber so it's five star rating (Skrr, skrr)
Probably in Givenchy's, swagger's out a scale, that's five star rating (Woo, woo)
Probably having brekkie outta Michelin, that's five star rating, ayy (Ow, ooh)
Drop the plug, we'll run it back (Ow, ooh)
In the suit and tie up bags (Ow, ooh)
Have Fredo run it back (Ow, ooh)
It's a sket that suck me on the map (Ow, ooh)
High road on Freemason
Bitch the baddest cause she blaze it
She ain't surf but she jump wavin'
Probably hold a pack in the anus
[Verse 2: Little Torment]
Chef whippin' up a German (Woo)
Trap game, I had to learn it
Fuck a opp boy, I'm coppin' burners (Yeah)
Scummy nigga from the Southside
But I found a plug and got the earnin' (Scummy)
I don't trust a soul, I don't trust your soul
I don't trust them boy, they vermin
In and out of blocks, in and out of blocks
In and out the German servin' (Skrr)
In and out the kitchen, on and off the stove, wrists movin' like a whirlwind
Fuck a rapper, I'll spin the coupe round, spin the MAC and make your world spin
Little Torment had no respect from day, there was nothin' they could tell him
Kway Kway, that white girl with me (Yeah)
And I got my baddest girl with me
Nice breasts, she spend your whole stack (Gone)
It's nothin', she just wanna rule the world with me (Left)
I ain't round and make my tail with me
And I keep a strap full of bells round me
Just incase somebody tryna get rowdy
(I don't fire use my gun, lowe me)
Lowe me, lowe me, I don't want a thirty
Plus the washers flying with the TT dirty
Amne' buddy, they can smell it on me
I don't sell food, it sell itself for me
Niggas corny, buyin' hoes shoes
I buy Loubs, but I buy some straps too
This what happens when the realest niggas from the city link up, make a rap tune
[Bridge: Fredo & Nafe Smallz]
Young niggas gettin' street money 'til they lock me
I got a white girl with a big back, she talks Cockney
They see the kid and they skate out, it's not hockey (Skrr, skrr)
Keep the dots in the gym bag, true, it's stocky (Lets go, lets go)
[Verse 4: Nafe Smallz]
We keep the hammers in the duffle (Gone)
So run your mouth and you in trouble (Baow)
My doggy rollin' with the muzzle
We gotta keep this shit one hundred (Woah)
Probably got us on the OBBO
They addin' pieces to the puzzle, yeah, yeah
Hit the trap and make it double cah nobody promised tomorrow (Nobody promised tomorrow)
Private plug, yeah, I call the plug and I tell him what's up
Get the pack and get it gone, I told them niggas I'm the one
All them bitches gonna come, I told them niggas "Get the funds"
'Cause everybody wanna win and everybody wanna eat
Tell everybody in the slums, I told 'em see what I become
I'm the type to skip the drama, burnin' bridges like I'm lava
Hit the strip or hit the corner, rollin' up some Marijuana
Runnin speeches like Obama
Bring your bitch to the apartment
Shawty naked while she dancing (Naked)
All the food, the nigga starvin'
Smokin' weed from early morning
Fuck that groupie if she borin' (Lets go, lets go)
[Verse 5: Yung Fume]
Whip, whip, whip, whip 'til it's hurtin' (Hurtin')
Skatin' round in a foreign joint, this shit German (German)
I got white boys, I got Polishes, I got Turkish
They phone the phone I got my Arab ting, man, she Persian
Plug threw me a pack and served it (Served it)
I got clientele, man they purchase
Runnin' through the hundreds, trap jumpin' for the whole week
A thousnad grams, man, that's a whole key
28, that's a OZ (Woo)
(No one taught me how to get a pack, go get that money, I go on my own feet)
(I was dippin' out, now I'ma take a trip to Harrods, I'ma keep it lowkey) (Woo)
I seen a bad bitch and she a hottie (I seen a bad bitch and she a hottie)
Plug drop me bricks, I think I'm John Gotti, think I'm John Gotti, the plug
I smoke that weed, I don't pop Molly
I heard the popo are after me (After me)
You got them nines and half a piece
F-fuck them, I don't know them, they ain't one hunna
OT for like couple months, talkin' one supper (One supper)
Fuck tings, I don't cuff tings, not one lover (One lover)
It was me and bro in that fuckin' alley, it's the fuckin' gutter
[Chorus: Fredo]
Fuck them, I don't know them, they ain't one hunna
In my German car, drop a big pack on my young gunner
In the trap, I make mad stacks off one number
When you're at the pot, you can lose it all off one fuck up
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