Ayy, man
Yo, man
Uh
In that Hellcat, we don’t do no scat packs, we swervin’ (Skrrt, skrrt)
Hit this bitch, she got a Birkin, but I ain’t even buy it
Shot a opp, he still cryin’ ’cause his lungs dyin’ and shit (And shit)
Call up my niggas, we hittin’ your bando ‘
Cause I heard you got them bricks
Why the enemies think I’m lackin’? Whole time, I be on my shit, ayy
We send crash outs like Whiteboy in that Benzo (Ding-ding)
Bitch, this ain’t no 1990s, this knifе
Have faith, knock down your big bro (Ayy)
I hit Monkey, then he gon’ slide, bet hе
Gon’ knock down your kinfolks (Grrah)
Play with the gang, then you know you gon’ die
We known to go slide in them rentals (Grrah)
My car no performance, you know that it’s
Right, got boots on Forgiatos (Grrah)
And I’m knowin’ I’m all about races, I cannot be a racist (Ding-ding)
Hit the switch on tint and I turn up, low-key in a Supra
Low-key in a NSX, Glock on me and I
Only need four rounds (Grrah-grrah)
Packs land, I get ten pounds, them bitches
Get sent on the Greyhound (Greyhound)
Them packs get sent right in your town, I’m
All about racks and bullshit, ayy, ayy (Racks)
I’m all through your set with extended clips
Grrah), last move, I’ma finish him (Grrah)
Break in the houses and hella shit, break in they cars and hella shit
My homie a bitch, hit a lick, then run off with a pack
My mama tellin’ me, “Don’t kill him
” EDD, bitch, I need all of my cash
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