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[Verse 1: Marrgielaa]

That nigga not good in my hood he can’t come here

I hop in a coupe, I ain’t paying a bus fair

Choppa so [?] lets run here

Oh he a demon? We sending him down there

Caught a opp that boy grave six feet under

I ain’t going for shit, put that shit on my mother

Upping that check, get you gone for a dollar

I'ma shoot at a opp and then fuck on his daughter

I just scammed yo bitch out the bag, now we balling

Old head tryna shoot nigga go be a father

Stay focused on school boy, I don't even bother

Yeah, 'cause I'ma be rich regardless

Send a pack straight through the UPS driver

Eating fufu, boy, I trap in Wakanda

Straight to the top, ain't nobody gon' stop us

Nigga tryna run up but thesе bullets they gon' drop 'em

[Verse 2: PCAJAY, Maajins, Marrgielaa, Luisss]

Bеatbox, I spot a nigga I got em

I feel like Batman, I smoked him in my Robins

Rob a nigga dark night, like Gotham

That nigga is trash, and LeBron he floppin'

I already knew that the lil' nigga was a bitch

Finna put the gun down, beat that nigga with my fists

Scammed a Crip nigga, he look like Lilo, no Stitch

Yeah and I be with my dogs and I'm not talkin' (Bitch!)

Me and lil' Maajins, lil' bro, we can't miss

And that nigga say he shootin' but he ain't even got a stick

Nigga whipping a box, what he pulling up in

Got a Blick on [?], not talking ‘bout finn

Lil' boy, we goin' big I'm not talkin' bout’ win

We dropped the opps, we gonna shoot at they car

Scammed a frail nigga, can't even open a jar

That bitch sucked my [?]

[Verse 3: Maajins]

Run down on that nigga, catch 'em

That lil boy shirt red not talkin' bout ketchup

Nigga you poor go get yo bread up

I’m surfing this beat not talkin' bout Beretta

Lil' bitch, I'm in NY with Lil Tecca

Wait say you got straps lil' boy, wheres your Tec, ugh

These bullets a barber, yeah, pussy boy, come get ya edge up

[Verse 4: Luisss]

Shoutout Kanye, got Yeezy slides

Feel like Drake in the DM, I Toosie Slide

Feel like 4lifers cause nigga, I don’t lie

District only, if I’m lying, I’m flying

.223 on me, he started crying

Hit from the back and I’m breaking her spine

Feel like Meek Mill, Die Rich or Die tryin

Fucking that bitch and I’m wearing a PJ

Cumpleaño, nigga, I think it’s my Bday

Bow hit him with a pump like Ceeday

Bitch I’m so cool, I feel like CJ

Scammed a opp hold on lemme check the calendar

It’s May 25th and I feel like a bachelor

Hold on wait it’s the 26th, 26th, 26th, 26th

Only real ones remember 26

I was cold with that 5 I didn’t have a 6

Cutting you off like I’m breaking a Twix

Or i’m cutting you off like I'm breaking a Kit-Kat

Yeah that hoe is a gnat

I'm finna hit from the backidy back

10 deep like I’m rolling with a groupchat

Um, do you wanna bia? like Zach

Yeah getting the cheese, 6ix9ine, i’m a rat

I’m fly as an angel, I’m fly as a bat

Just like Nav, all I wanna do is tap

Your boyfriend in my DM, I’m teaching him how to rap

They go crazy for Luisss like it was some crack

[?] Like Saints Row, Johnny Gat

She put me on a plane and you know where we at

Yeah, me and Tana chilling up in Chiraq

[Verse 5: PCAJAY]

I stay by myself like it’s uno, drawing two Glocks out my pocket reversing yo life

Chop send you to mars like you bruno, like Luisss that shit gon turn you to an angel you fly

A whole lotta red send these boys to sky

Marrgielaa got double R’s for when we ride, Rolls Royce

That boy wanna die to the gang that's yo choice

That chop got him twitching like he Cameron Boyce

I feel like Lil Durk in the hood I’m the voice

Who? My sons destiny they my childs

Like I’m Jety', XD .45 get wild

That nigga want smoke we got heat it’s not mild

I will beat the fuck out a nigga, no gauntlet

I’m a Playboi and you is my son call you Onyx

Turn yo music on mute nigga i’m being honest

No WWE fuck that bitch on some Raw shit

Rolling deep knock the nigga noodles back call him rasta

.23 on his back put that boy on a roster

Rock out with my glizzy like I was a rockstar

XD .45 make a Spanish nigga salsa

These AKs gon fill up the room I'ma mobstar

That bitch wanna suck my dick cause I'ma popstar

Bullets gon' fill up the room cause they grra-ta grra-ta

Nigga I swear that they hotter

[Verse 6: BabySantana]

Shorts was a 100 I got em’ from Kit

Pants was a band cause I got em from Rick

Really down bad know you not sipping tris

Shout-out Marrgielaa he carry a stick

Glock, Pack Loker

She in my DMs asking can I choke her

I’m off the gas, not, sober

Your career like 1500 (Over)

Me and lil G’ we in a rover

Put ya momma in a pack fold her

Put ya brother in a zip folder

When I walked in it was hot, now its colder

How you so broke? You wearing loafers

I’m with yo girl, she a good moaner

Stroke game shocked her she need a donor

TanaRomani, a popular loner

Bro name Dakota, Ain’t that a state?

Copy my swag, Why you got bape?

Number nine Mickey Mouse on the chain

You got it too? (Ah, lame)

We cut him off now he suffer pain

Yo flow is old need to walk with a cane

Romani on it how you stealing my name

Smoking yo pack I got Slump in my veins

And you tried to come to NY but you ain’t gang

And you can’t be an angel boy stay in yo lane

And i went to CC to link up with the gang

(Hold up, I said gang twice)

Y-You left the crib now I’m piping yo wife

Sleep on the couch gotta stay for the night

You copped a gun now you ain’t tryna fight

Tryna act black but we know that you white

Stay on the North cause that’s where you belong

Shoutout to Jay cause he sent me the opening up on this song

If he want smoke we put him in a bong

We put him up in the lights, nah

We put him up in the heights or the sky

We in NY man you know what we on

1-2-3-4-5 gone

6 shots to the chest oh out of there

You not Angelic boy need to get out of there

First, how you gonna talk down on my manager?

I catch ya mom in the streets and I'm blamming her

Let me catch my breath I ran out of staminer

Wait, I meant to say stamina

We finna run down on him on camera

You playing with yo life like you was a gambler

[Verse 7: d0llywood1]