[Intro]
We pull up right there on your block with the compact
Compact two-tone Glock, tweakin' the mechanism with the notch
Why the fuck would I give a fuck about a nigga that's not gang, I just hope he gon' die
I'm the same nigga that pay for the spill, making sure that yo' momma gonna cry (Pussy)
[Chorus]
We pull up right there on your block with the compact
Compact two-tone Glock, tweakin' the mechanism with the notch
Why the fuck would I give a fuck about a nigga that's not gang, I just hope he gon' die
I'm the same nigga that pay for the spill, making sure that yo' momma gonna cry
Felt like I play for the Pistons, and we take yo' gun, and you can't get yo' pistol back
Put that nigga in a trick bag, put him in grave
Now he can't get his lick back
Fuckin' these hoes in designer, I'm fuckin' so many hoes, put 'em in mix match
They thought I was cool with the devil, but Satan gave me a stick, can't get his shit back
[Verse 1]
He tried to take me off of Earth, but I am too slimy for him
Infrared beam, Lil Uzi Vert, he so infidel
I got the safe, just in the Cartel
Sellin' that crack with my niggas, like I ain't rich
Rippin' that dope and it got the new car smell
My niggas movin' that weight like a barbell
Ooh, this bitch said she love me, my heart fell
Sike, I don't care 'bout no thot
I fell in love with a opp
Put tats on my face, so a nigga can be ugly
But these bitches they just still wanna fuck me, because of my knots
I used to sleep on the cot
Now a nigga in a penthouse, the top of the top
Got yo' bitch on top of me
With my other bitch in the front of me, givin' me top
Angelina Jolie once said I can't miss the shot
[Chorus]
We pull up right there on your block with the compact
Compact two-tone Glock, tweakin' the mechanism with the notch
Why the fuck would I give a fuck about a nigga that's not gang, I just hope he gon' die
I'm the same nigga that pay for the spill, making sure that yo' momma gonna cry
Felt like I play for the Pistons, and we take yo' gun, and you can't get yo' pistol back
Put that nigga in a trick bag, put him in grave
Now he can't get his lick back
Fuckin' these hoes in designer, I'm fuckin' so many hoes, put 'em in mix match
They thought I was cool with the devil, but Satan gave me a stick, can't get his shit back
[Verse 2]
Striker car 8k
In a Scatpack, change the VIN, got a baby Draco in it
Bitch I'm so slimy I got my main ho in it
He don't even know, but you know she gon' go in it
I'ma still tell him this shit is 4L
That mean it's for life, I got niggas that's in the hood, you get some bodies
I got a cousin that got down syndrome
And he fucking these thots, and he knock off they chromosomes
Motorola metro trap, I got three phones
Pull up a foreign, this shit got the key glowin' (Skrt)
I got a bitch from Memphis, call her Key Glock
Five million dollars in bags, in the G spot
Zevtec on my waist with Adidas slides
I get so geeked up, I need me a Pedialyte
Missin' no nigga, I got me a switch slide
Missin' no nigga, I got me a switch slide
1600, Blood, bitch, I got big ties
Cartier scope on the choppa, got four eyes
How the fuck you with me, nigga, play both sides
Eliantte, these are made with the E5
Bitch, this a Cullinan drop, not a T top
I know yo' bitch a slow thot, I had T time
[Chorus]
We pull up right there on your block with the compact
Compact two-tone Glock, tweakin' the mechanism with the notch
Why the fuck would I give a fuck about a nigga that's not gang, I just hope he gon' die
I'm the same nigga that pay for the spill, making sure that yo' momma gonna cry
Felt like I play for the Pistons, and we take yo' gun, and you can't get yo' pistol back
Put that nigga in a trick bag, put him in grave
Now he can't get his lick back
Fuckin' these hoes in designer, I'm fuckin' so many hoes, put 'em in mix match
They thought I was cool with the devil, but Satan gave me a stick, can't get his shit back
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