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Aye, Aye
Niggas finna team up
Aye

Ridin' with yo bitch, getting licked
All behind tint
Niggas can't see it through this whip, this is five percent
Gotta keep a stick, it's only right
And it's common sense
Bet you Imma blow before I go
I'm feelin' confident
Big glocks, fat pole, and it spits movies
We just did a hit through succa side
In the bitch hoopty
Baby glock was switch, this a lil Uzi
Imma check uchies
Outta groupie, I don't lick coochie

This glock full of rounds, it got a beer belly
Whip this biscuit out before it jam, I let it smear jelly
My life a scary movie, I never feared Freddy
Watch out for them bitches, cause hoes tell, like they near a telly
All that playing with the gang, you playin' with hot water
I need to stop doing bitches dirty, cause' I got daughter's
I can get a nigga gone, Imma shot caller
I can't tuck my tail, I won't tell, Imma rottweiler
In that kitchen, in that pie
Makin' rice a roni
You won't push a line on the succas, but wanna fight the homies
Tryna make it out the struggle, I don't like bologne
When I get that check
You gon' know
Cause' Imma buy a Rolly
Bring that chicken to the table
Like an appetizer
In the club sippin Rosé
Like it's apple cider
I could prolly spark this blunt
If you pass the lighter
How the fuck is niggas true story
You the average liar

Ridin' with yo bitch, getting licked
All behind tint
Niggas can't see it through this whip, this is five percent
Gotta keep a stick, it's only right
And it's common sense
Bet you Imma blow before I go
I'm feelin' confident
Big glocks, fat pole
And it spits movies
We just did a hit through succa side, in that bitch hoopty
Baby glock was switch, this a lil Uzi
Imma check uchies
Outta groupie, I don't lick coochie

Get em out the game wit a flagrant foul
Really from the hood
It's a blessin' just to make it out
I gotta bust this hammer fore' I take it out
Them niggas killed the homies
Ain't no way I'll take a safer route
Married to the game, and to the team
I need another ring
This fat 40 come wit a beam, it look like Butterbean
I be in that pie, whippin' butter cream
Before I left the scene
On Neem, I heard yo brother scream
I was in that trap, wrapping' packs when I couldn't rap
Ain't no lookin' back, I'm juggin' sacks
I was cookin' crack
I can't tell them no, cause they gon' go
That's how my shooters act
They knocking' on my door
I grab my pole, like who is that?
For some reason, aye
I got a stomach ache
It probably hurt
From poppin' all these percs or running to the cake
I be up early, road running
You be running late
Imma big ape
And you a snake, that just loves to hate

Ridin' with yo bitch, getting licked, all behind tint
Niggas can't see it through this whip, this is five percent
Gotta keep a stick
It's only right and it's common sense
Bet you Imma blow before I go
I'm feelin' confident
Big glocks
Fat pole, and it spits movies
We just did a hit through succa side
In that bitch hoopty
Baby glock was switch, this a lil Uzi
Imma check uchies
Outta groupie, I don't lick coochie