[Intro]
Too much dead people (YBH)
[Verse 1]
Ridin' through the opps, I see who we smoke
Heat check, he don't got his gun, I think his heat broke (Nigga broke)
Heat stroke, she don't got no tongue, but she could deep throat
Bitch when I'm around, but you be walkin' 'round like Deebo (Deebo, bitch)
Like, what's up with all these new niggas steady watchin' my pockets? (Why they watchin'?)
Just beat his ass and got him cryin' out for his mama
He keep braggin' 'bout that lil' stupid bitch, now she finna pop it (Hell nah)
She was outside eatin' dick like she goin' shopping
Beat on his head, spit on his grave, I know God watchin' (Come here, gone)
Sometimes you gotta run down and show niggas (Run down)
Nazzy in heaven, blew off his face and his shoulders (Where he goin'?)
Walk him down, I knew he was a bitch, it left a hole in him (Left a hole)
Blowin' him, six feet deep, bury his bro and him (Goddamn)
Dougie B (Hold on), I heard you like 'em young (Like 'em young)
Better not ever come to 141 (Huh, hell nein)
Heard that girl you talked to, ain't y'all in love? (Y'all in love?)
Just know you better hide your little sister from him (The fuck?)
Spot an opp up on the block, we roll the window down (Window down)
I have my own shit, bitch, this ain't no rental now (This ain't no rental)
He ain't slidin' or providin', why is he around? (Rrah)
Thought you was a Gunna (Grrah), boy, now you ain't no Gunna now
Baow, baow, baow, baow, baow, Edot fuckin' up
Baow, baow, baow, baow, baow, Notti Bop 'em up ('Em up)
He keep runnin' like a bitch, ain't you tired? (Tired)
[?], you a rat and you probably wearin' wires (Haha)
[Bridge]
Ha
[Verse 2]
Ff-ff-ff, okay, bet they won't run (Don't run)
Leave one, two, three, four, five niggas done (Rrah, rraow)
"Baow, baow, baow," that's the sound of my gun (Baow, baow)
"Baow, baow, baow," that's the sound of my gun (Baow, baow)
Bitch, bitch, I ain't one of them ones (One of them ones)
I'm a certified Gunna and I'm screamin', "Free Thug" (Like, free Thug)
I will never "Yes, ma'am" to the judge (Hell nah)
If we locked in, it ain't no one-on-ones
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