D-D-D-D-DJ Swift on the track
Youngest in the, hey, I see you niggas (Mook, what up?)
Mook got the keys jumpin’
Doggy brick for sixty-five, yeah, I’m on that
Free Skeet, if they don’t take a three, then I don’t want that
One foot in and one foot out like fuck it, bring them phones back
‘Cuz takin’ hits still, 12 could get ’em killed still
Buzz been goin’ up in the hood, Doggy a thug
Jedd finally cut off his hair, caught him a Blood
Still takin’ hits of the nast’, thought I was done
Nah, bitch, get you a bag, let’s have some fun
Jazz back fuckin’ with Chazz, I shouldn’t cry
Maybach, two hunnid in cash, I shouldn’t drive
Local niggas tryna compete, show me a M
Ran up two-fifty this week, nigga, in Timbs
Gotti got ’em all lined up, I want a dime
Doggy talkin’ crazy on the ‘Gram, I wanna try ’em
Like he ain’t worth half what he be sayin’, niggas be lyin’
Bitch, I get it, I’m still fuckin’ ovеr all your niggas
Turntest youngin’ in the city, you know all us pipe
Evеrybody tote a .30, bitch, and all us fight
Gettin’ paid from them birdies, niggas, all us Mike, Vick, ho
Let’s hit the road, I need a white bitch (What else?)
Prolly move back to the A, niggas don’t like me
Never seen Doggy go bold, check his indictments
Told all you niggas here ’cause I’m on, why you ain’t write me?
I just got them call from Durk, niggas kitin’ off the rock
See a opp, you know it’s on, say he right, I know he wrong
Ain’t no iffin’, bitch, I’m goin’, two shot dealie, bitch, I’m blowin’
Any color, double orange, rose gold, forty pointers
Niggas’ hoes, they be pointin’ (I see you)
Show that work work, nigga, I know like four of y’all ain’t right
Double seven out of five, nigga, four of y’all ain’t fight
Give me those, straight to Mike’s, that was never me
And tell that bitch, “Get off my dick, I got better freaks”
Bro, if I want a ho for real, she’ll never leave
I’m still on the East, packin’, swervin’ in that Bent’
I still got the same air mattress that got her hit
Lemme stop, I got a bitch, but nigga, she rich too
Turntest youngin’ in the city, you know all us pipe
Everybody tote a .30, bitch, and all us fight
Gettin’ paid from them birdies, niggas, all us Mike, Vick, ho
Let’s hit the road, I need a white bitch
Prolly move back to the A, niggas don’t like me
Never seen Doggy go bold, check his indictments
Told all you niggas here ’cause I’m on, why you ain’t write me?
I just got them call from Durk, niggas kitin’ off the rock
Niggas kitin’ off the rock, bitch
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