Sandstorm
Like, what?
Wake up, another mission
Yo Mar, turn that shit up (grah!)
Every opp shot
Everything dead
Ahh!
Notti Boppin', poking my hips (poking my hip)
Smoking Charlie, all in my spliff
Zay, Lou, this shit got a kick
And I mix it with Edot, now a nigga lit
Call up five, let's go spin through the Mitch
If I catch lil' Winter, I'm beating that bitch (beating that bitch)
Like, she wasn't just fucking on 5th to the Sev
Lil' bitch should have stayed out the mix (ahh!)
Kenzo Balla, who bigger than me?
I'ma spin through the eight, tryna dump on the Gs (tryna dump on the Gs)
I'm MB, I can get super sleeze
Have his sis' line 'em up and knock him off his feet
Late night, spin the hill, I'm tryna creep
If I catch lil' DD, put 'em right to sleep (put 'em right to sleep)
Hop out the V, put the beam to his bean
Tryna catch me a O and knock him off the scene (ahh!)
On the hill, where they at?
Bitch, I'm lookin' for Oz since they lookin' for Makk's
Go catch a hit, let it clap, like 14 died, get back, like
Niggas keep dissin' and makin' these tracks
But they never put on, that's a fact
What the fuck is a Dudeylo? That nigga wack
If I catch lil' Ddot, leave 'em where he at, like
Notti Boppin', poking my hips (poking my hips)
Smoking Charlie, all in my spliff
Zay, Lou, that shit got a kick
And I mix it with Edot, now a nigga lit
Call up five, let's go spin through the Mitch
If I catch lil' Winter, I'm beating that bitch (beating that bitch)
Like, she wasn't just fucking on 5th to the Sev
Lil' bitch should have stayed out the mix
If she smokin' the bro's then she shot
Bitches rappin' what they really not
How the fuck you talkin' on the Flocks?
When bro made it hot, beat the box
Dirty bitch, she talkin' on the Wokks
I'm a real right Balla, knock her out her socks
Still takin' trips, y'all lil' bitches popped (got popped)
Ain't nobody but leave it at stop (ahh!)
I'ma hop out, put the beam to her top
Tryna leave a Gunna on the Pave
And there ain't nobody on the eight
So we took a trip and spun' right through the 'Have
Oh, that's Yus? Knock off his braids
I'm smoking on Notti, and Lotti, and Caine
Balla be with me, tryna let it flame
Like, we tryna put a hollow through his brains, like
Rah Rah, Beans, Yellow, Dummy
All of them niggas got wrapped like a mummy
Nick, Lilah, Ray Ray, Dubski
Two of them niggas got hit in they tummy
Wayne, Mexy, AJ, bussin'
So many niggas got hit in they muffin
And these niggas still ain't doin' nothin'
He tried to push up on me so I brushed 'em
Ayo, TG, let's slide, we gon' hop out the stolie, throwin' more than nine
And these niggas not spinnin' the five
I'm not gon' say it again, niggas lie
Wait, roll 'em up, tryna leave 'em fried
He tried to run, got hit up in his spine
Kenzo Balla, the demon on time
I'ma spin through the shh, with the glick, do 'em slime, like (ahh!)
Grah
Grah! Grah! Boom!
Every opp shot
Like ahh!
Ahh!
What the fuck
Like, everything dead (ahh!)
Ahh!
Notti Boppin', poking my hips (poking my hips)
Smoking Charlie, all in my spliff
Zay, Lou, that shit got a kick
And I mix it with Edot, now a nigga lit
Call up five, let's go spin through the Mitch
If I catch lil' Winter, I'm beating that bitch (beating that bitch)
Like, she wasn't just fucking on 5th to the Sev
Lil' bitch should have stayed out the mix (should have stayed out the mix)
Grah! Grah
Like, what?
Like, every opp shot
Like, MB, MB
Grah!