[Verse 1: SimxSantana]
I put my foot on the gas, take off
I cannot let these boys pass me
Make a move and the scene gon' get nasty
He get jammed since he wanna be flashy
Keep a shooter on deck, tell him, "Blast him"
So you already know he gon' blast him
Mario Bros, smash him
He get hit with that Glock if he back in
I'll hit that shit, hold the neck
A chest shot'll break out his back
Smokin' dope in the back of the 'Bach (Of the 'Bach)
Got a Glock with a TEC 'round the neck ('Round the neck)
It's no warnings, he talk, he get stretched (Get stretched)
I don't like when they talk out their neck (Dawg)
If we comin', we comin' correct ('Rect)
Nah, if we comin', we comin' with straps, facts
Bro throwin' bullets, he gettin' you picked off
Receive the pack like we just got the kick off
Shoutout to Yola, no Clifford, that's big dawg
Won't fuck your bitch 'cause she don't get my dick hard
Quick to spin right down your block (Uh)
No mask on, throw couple shots
Hit him up, ain't talkin' 2Pac
Lift him up, yes, you can get rocked (Uh)
I'll do my dance on that ho (On that ho)
Throwin' ones while she dance on the pole (On the pole)
I hit that shit on the low, psych
I hit that shit wit my bro (Uh)
Kick her out, that bitch gotta go (Gotta go)
She gon' make me late for my show (My show)
And she lovin' the way that I flow (Uh)
I'm hot, bitch, drop and roll (Uh)
Get with me (With me)
I'm catchin' vibes from Silly (From Silly)
They know I ride with killas (Killas)
And them killas know I get busy, facts
It get wicked (Uh)
And they know I stay on my pivot (My pivot)
Make a move and I swear you'll go missin'
Where he at? He swim with the fishes
[Chorus: SimxSantana]
I'm in the trap with a bad bitch
Get the pack and we flip it, no backflippin' (Uh)
She doin' tricks, gymnastics
He get jammed, stop flexin' and flashin' (Uh)
My niggas spin it, cause madness
All y'all niggas bitches and cappin'
When we hit your block, it get tragic
All jokes to the side, we ain't laughin' (Uh)
I'm in the trap with a bad bitch
Get the pack and we flip it, no backflippin'
She doin' tricks, gymnastics
He get jammed, stop flexin' and flashin'
My niggas spin it, cause madness
All y'all niggas bitches and cappin'
When we hit your block, it get tragic
All jokes to the side, we ain't laughin'
[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]
All jokes to the side, we ain't laughin' (Yeah, no)
I fucked the bitch once, then I passed it (Bye)
My boys do the job with a passion (Bah)
They shoot the gun once, then they pass it (Fly, yeah, yeah)
Extended clips, no more on my way (Whoa)
Need a drum because .30s, they average (Whoa)
Stay with a dime, my bitch, she not average (Oh)
So much money, these niggas can't match it (Not whoa)
Look at all of this guap we havin' (Yeah)
So much money, these niggas can't match it (Yeah)
He so broke, light a blunt with some matches (Whoa)
I remember we slept, dirty mattress (Damn)
On that beat made your girl just got dancin' (Yeah)
Hit my shoulder, we coolin', relaxin' (Yeah)
She keep twerkin', I look at her backend (Damn)
Because that girl keep tryin' get my bag in (Bee, let's get it)
Foreign my whips, and I slide in Philly (Philly)
And I got a lil' bitch, that's my diamond filling (Fillin')
Man, her ass is so dumb and she kinda silly (Silly)
Told her my name was "Richard, The Master Mille" (Mille)
Yeah, this Bugatti cost way more than a milli' (Milli')
I'm in Nawf and my pockets got half a milli' (Milli')
Watch her know where what my laugh is
My boy in the cut just like T-Bop because my neck is so chilly, yeah
[Chorus: SimxSantana]
I'm in the trap with a bad bitch
Get the pack and we flip it, no backflippin' (Uh)
She doin' tricks, gymnastics
He get jammed, stop flexin' and flashin' (Uh)
My niggas spin it, cause madness
All y'all niggas bitches and cappin'
When we hit your block, it get tragic
All jokes to the side, we ain't laughin' (Uh)
I'm in the trap with a bad bitch
Get the pack and we flip it, no backflippin'
She doin' tricks, gymnastics
He get jammed, stop flexin' and flashin'
My niggas spin it, cause madness
All y'all niggas bitches and cappin'
When we hit your block, it get tragic
All jokes to the side, we ain't laughin'
[Interlude: SimxSantana]
Hold on, hold on, hold on
Yeah, gang shit, every day we mobbin'
We... he say I fell off, I don't...
Feel me, I'm just dustin' a lil' rust off, you hear me?
Hold on, hold on, uh
[Verse 3: SimxSantana]
Step back, get hit like a rocket, pop it
I'm smokin' dope with my partner
Feet up, eatin' noodles, no lobster (No lobster)
Fuck want, nigga? You can get shot up
King dawg, swing dreads, no Rasta (Rasta)
My dawg Meer still king, Mufasa
Do my dance on that bitch with a choppa (With a choppa)
Like a bike with no brakes, you can't stop us
Hold up, hold up
Bro, shoot that shit up, they don't know us (No, bruh)
Got a Glock with a laser, come show up (Come show up)
Got a shooter on deck with a pole tucked
Saw that nigga in person, he froze up (Froze up)
The hollows had lit that man soul up (Soul up)
Hit that shit by they neck and they know us (Know us)
Smoking dope in the back of the Rover
[Chorus: SimxSantana]
I'm in the trap with a bad bitch
Get the pack and we flip it, no backflippin' (Uh)
She doin' tricks, gymnastics
He get jammed, stop flexin' and flashin' (Uh)
My niggas spin it, cause madness
All y'all niggas bitches and cappin'
When we hit your block, it get tragic
All jokes to the side, we ain't laughin' (Uh)
I'm in the trap with a bad bitch
Get the pack and we flip it, no backflippin'
She doin' tricks, gymnastics
He get jammed, stop flexin' and flashin'
My niggas spin it, cause madness
All y'all niggas bitches and cappin'
When we hit your block, it get tragic
All jokes to the side, we ain't laughin'
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