[Intro: Slimmy B]
Uh
Uh
Nigga
Hit-Boy
Uh
[Verse 1: Slimmy B]
A broke bitch really ain't my type (Hell nah)
I ain’t catching feelings, LOL, I'm catching flights (Broke bitch)
'Woods back to back got a nigga so high
Got a hundred in the bank, really drink, no lie (Lil’ nigga)
Glock .40, 23 like Mike
Had to throw the clear on, all this motherfuckin' ice (All this ice)
In the lab, makin' slaps all day and all night
Hit-Boy, BlocBoy, when I slide, look alive (Lil' nigga)
And I wish a nigga would like I'm K.Dot (Like I'm K.Dot)
Let my chain hang, tryna take, that's a face-shot (Nigga, what?)
Niggas want me to fall off but I can't stop (Huh? Huh?)
Big body, hoppin’ out the back of that Maybach (Skrrt)
Real North nigga (Nigga), real C nigga (Real C nigga)
Y’all don't really wanna funk, y’all wanna be niggas (Bitch)
Real street nigga, and I'm a beast, nigga
Get to buckin' with that drake, let it eat, nigga, bitch
[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]
Opps try to slide, grab that Draco
Tell that nigga pick a side, we don't play both
Let this Glock paint a nigga like it’s Maaco
Chain hittin', told that bitch it's a rainbow
Finna pull up on they block and let that K blow
And if you never pulled a skit then you can't go
Bounce out gang, bitch, we aim close
And look a nigga in his eyes when we take souls
[Verse 2: DaBoii]
I just hit an opp bitch, this bitch disrespectful
Slap a bitch in her shit, she think I'm finna settle
Stupid bitch, if you ain't thick, then you can't fit the schedule
And if that skit ain't complete, then you can't get the medal
Bitch, and I ain't taking no loss
Ain't no loud in that wood if that nigga don't cough
Talkin' like you hard when you niggas so soft
You can get your mans hit for your mouth, your fault
Finna spark me up that heart attack
A sweatsuit and a lil' ice, that's my starter pack
Labels on my dick, I need some M's, so tell 'em offer that
Bitch, you actin' dumb, you lost your mind, you need to sharpen that
Stupid ass, you a rat with your goofy ass
Lord, why do niggas only hear me when they doin' bad?
Talkin' 'bout you hungry for that chain, what would you do for that?
How is you a shooter with no body, what you shootin' at? Bitch
[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]
Opps try to slide, grab that Draco
Tell that nigga pick a side, we don't play both
Let this Glock paint a nigga like it's Maaco
Chain hittin', told that bitch it's a rainbow
Finna pull up on they block and let that K blow
And if you never pulled a skit then you can't go
Bounce out gang, bitch, we aim close
And look a nigga in his eyes when we take souls
[Verse 3: Lul G]
Look a nigga in the soul before I take his life
Sat down for that pole before I took a strike
Hit a nigga sets quick before I took his wife (Bitch)
Never pulled a skit with gang, then you can't slide
And for you keyboard ass niggas, I don't sneak diss
Bet you tough up on the 'net, nigga, tweet this (Tweet that)
'Cause I ain't with the trusting a nigga
You'll give a nigga life, so I ain't fuckin' with niggas
Stress sayin', "Stop loafin'," but I'm comfortable, nigga
I leave the house with two-three, what I'm clutchin' on, nigga
Big bodies down the block (Skrrt skrrt), and we slidin'
Sucker niggas in my DM's, I don't do replyin' (Lil' nigga)
Slide of the limb, that's what a real nigga do
Never lie up the skit, that's a lil' nigga fluke
This a legendary chop, bet I bust it for two
You a pussy just perpin', you won't bust it for you, bitch, bitch
[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]
Opps try to slide, grab that Draco
Tell that nigga pick a side, we don't play both
Let this Glock paint a nigga like it's makeup
Chain hittin', told that bitch it's a rainbow
Finna pull up on they block and let that K blow
And if you never pulled a skit then you can't go
Bounce out gang, bitch, we aim close
And look a nigga in his eyes when we take souls
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