I don't know
If this is my fault
I don't know
If this is my fault
I don't know
If this is my fault
Yea-ah
(This will be fun)
I don't know
If this is my fault
I don't know
If this is my fault
I don't know
Yeah
Tell me somethin'
If you ain't feared
Got fans enough
To fill up a whole field
I remember the days
We didn't eat oatmeal
Break in on homie
We never did steal (never steal)
We gonna get to the jiggy
Told my momma I'm gonna make it
Like I'm Kai Cenat
Back to back
I can't wait 'til I get to that point
I'm making all these raps
Yuh
I be tryin' to take my time
Wit' it
But they gotta chop in the five
Wit' it
If they gonna let that
But you doin' that
Nigga imma pull up on you
Make you cry wit' it
Stop lyin' so much
Get yo' cheque up
They gon' shoot from the legs
They shoot the neck up
Shot on my scene
They make make your mom hiccup
Always latchin' this glock
Make 'em sit up
Red coupe
We gon' pull up
Like Cruella Deville
Black, white
Don't care
Got your dawgs in the field
At the door
We ain't knockin'
We just comin' right in
Gimme your trick
Everybody really know
When it's real
I ain't runnin'
Got a girl an'
She lightin' my stones
She rock out wit' a dress
As red as bone
Red gloves an' you know
That we locked in
Just dropped in
Wit' my brothers
We gon' talk shit
That girl lock
When I'm walkin'
On the the whistle of death
Oh I be hidden in the, uh
I be hidden in the crowd
Please don't look to your left
Gotta chance
When they standin' on top of his neck
Double shots to the head
Better run for your life
That's how I do .725
Left the whole place red
It sound like muff spot
Don't like the flecks
Black tie, black suit
An' I come with the 'chete
I be runnin' everyday
For a moment a rest
But I can't rest
Everybody wanna bang on my chest
Like uh yuh yuh
Talk about, you feel me
That's a low blow
Your girl hella hairy, shh
But I feel like solo
Yeah girl I was hella up in that forest
You a lil' overgrown
Shot to the homie, Corey catch you
Yeah we R.I.P to Momo
I be tryna take my time
Wit' it
But they got a chop in the five
Wit' it
First they gun on the neck
But you doin' that
Nigga Ima pull up on you
And make you cry wit' it
Stop lyin' so much
Get yo' cheque up
They gon' shoot for the legs
They shoot neck up
Shot on my scene
Make your mom hiccup
Always latchin' this glock
Make 'em sit up
Red coupe
We gon' pull up
Like Cruella Deville
Black, white
Don't care
Got ya dawgs in the field
At the door
An' we not knockin'
We jus' comin' right in
Gimme your trick
Everybody really know when it's real