[Intro: xaviersobased]
βksuuvi
Yeah, yeah
[Verse 1: xaviersobased]
Yeah, yeah
Bitch, I got that shit on my blood, don't make a sound (Yeah, yeah)
Pussy nigga, better not make a sound
Shorty, yeah, that's fat and round (Yeah)
Dude, you tryna steal my swag, you a clown (Yeah)
Smoking loud pack, pack loud (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, this shit hitting hard like Pacquiao
If you lie, this my bro gon' rat me out
[Chorus: xaviersobased]
Yeah, I told lil' baby, "Hear me out" (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, it's me and Pino in the back and I smoke a Benzo (Yeah, yeah)
My nigga Glost up in the party, he just popped a Benzo (Uh, Uh)
Yeah, [?] (Grr, grr, grr)
Shorty, yeah, that's fat, that shit put me like "shit, dead low" (Grr, grr, grr)
I might grip the .40, nigga, hell yeah, I'm a yellow
Niggas stealing swag, yeah, you know I had set tone
[Verse 2: ksuuvi & elibanss]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh, oh
Got this blam on my hip, get low
Got this blam on my hip, get low
Bands on me, baby, pick a load
[?]
St47ic pulled up with a four, with a four, yeah
Jade pulled up with a four, aye, with a four, aye (Thirty-four)
Four, yeah
Yeah, my brodie woke up
Yeah, my brodie woke up (βfour)
And my bro, pass the spliff, 'cause I'm tryna get high
Run up on me, you are gonna die, you are getting fried ('cause you are getting fried)
No, I can't lie, bitch, woke up at like nine
Niggas love to hate, love to hate on my grind
Yeah, I'm sneezing a lot, they talk 'bout me all the time
I know if Zay was here, he would've brought me a line
He would've brought me a line
He would've brought me a line
[Verse 3: elibanss]
Run up on me, you get smoked
In the V.A., yeah, I'm with the pole
1c shit, bitch, I'm taking to the code
Arguing with the night, yeah, I gotta keep in role
Yeah, I keep a thot, even if she drop down
Link up with the opps, some niggas drop low
Pistol with the chop, niggas don't want smoke
All my niggas lone, put you inβ aye, aye, aye
Gonna put you in a riot
Bitch, I get the bands, stuff up in my wallet
Bitch, I get the bands, [?]
With that [?], I shine [?]
Bitch, I'm running up my bag now, claim my weapon
Nineteen, I'm throwing bullets 'til my brodie step in
All black GT, yeah, I feel like Batman