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Boom, boom, boom (Boom, boom, everything, glah) (Elias Beats) Like, glah Why these opp niggas all on my dick, all my niggas alive whilst your man's in a spliff (Like, damn) Ayy, don't touch, shit got a kick (Like, damn), ayo, Breem, pass the me the jits (Like, damn) And these niggas been gettin' me tight, I might go to his father grave, take a piss (What the fuck?) I ain't talkin' no radio gigs, my ooter gon' send 'em out just like a rift (Glah) Niggas dissin', what ate their man's? (One, two, three, what the fuck?) How you jackin' your hood so hard and you chillin' with niggas that's smoke on your man's (Everything dead) Type of shit that I don't understand (Boom, baow), I just sit back and watch, like, "Damn" (Boom, boom, boom) And these niggas say that we got beef, they be singin' that shit, man, these niggas bе fans Free my demons, put on for the set (Glah) Got your thottiе, she blow like a ref (Glah-glah, boom,) I don't even try to up the 'net, but we run in the ball, we gon' beat him to death (Bitch) We gon' put him to death (Glah, glah), no leg shots, only head (Boom, boom) And her favorite color is yellow, I told her, "Fuck yellow, I only see red" Why these opp niggas swallowin' my dick (Boom, baow), on bro, niggas got me fat (Glah-glah, boom) I might spin through their shit with like four of my niggas, we see an opp then we see red Ball on the court and I shoot with my left Oh, he say he gon' up with the lead? Pussy nigga get shot in your chest Everything deady, they know I'm the vet' He-he think he the illest, he think he the boss (Think he what?) Get bought like a Pitbull, I do what I want (Get bought like a pup) Got niggas who shoot with no rim in the box (Baow, baow), niggas weird, bitches bot (Grrah) SongtexteKeep me a Glock on the side of my hip Bitches be dissin', get smacked on the zip (Gla, glah, glah) Smoke your dead niggas, bitch when niggas be lyin', but cryin' and shit Ayy, hop in the foreign, my bitch is a tourist Bend by the back, but them niggas they borin' Bitches be grip, can't link no bitch, don't speak to me, lil' bitch Better watch your mouth, better watch your spots, don't speak on shit, let's do it now This Glock go, baow (Ayy), run out (Gang) Man, these bitches be talkin' about me and I loved it Big Glock, he long, gon' up it To me that bitch, she nothin', I don't give a fuck who party I'm bustin' I don't give a fuck who you she knew (Grrah), don't drop my flag it's blue (It's blue) Iffy Foreign, fuck with Woo, these bitches on top, they not bulletproof Damn, beat that bitch, he hop out, don't run, don't trip (Don't run, boom) Glah, glah, beat that bitch, I'm too deep, just me and my grip (Get back) I-I-I-I'm too deep, just me and my grip (Grrah) We gon' send your lil' bitch to the sky (To the sky) Why you dissin' like niggas don't die (Niggas don't die) I get money, you rappin' a lie (Rappin' a lie), opp ass niggas got lined by a ba' (Baba-ba) Me and the gang, we gon' shake up the spot Brother, he cop, the tougher get tough Niggas mad they bitches thots (Yeah, yeah, on bro) (Grrah, glah-glah, boom, damn, damn) Bro-bro-bro we gon' beat him to death, bitch (Bitch), we gon' beat him to de-death (Glah, glah) Bro we gon' beat him to death, bitch (Bitch), we gon' beat him to death (Glah, glah) Bro-bro-bro we gon' beat him to death, bitch (Bitch), we gon' beat him to death (Glah, glah) Bro-bro-bro we gon' beat him to death, bitch (Bitch), we gon' beat him to death (Glah, glah) Damn, beat that bitch, he hop out, don't run, don't trip (Don't run, boom) Glah, glah, beat that bitch, I'm too deep, just me and my grip (Get back) Damn, beat that bitch, he hop out, don't run, don't trip (Don't run, boom) Glah, glah, beat that bitch, I'm too deep, just me and my grip (Get back) Man, these bitches be talkin' about me and I loved it (Yeah, what? Uh-huh) Aus Songtexte Mania