(AV with that drip, hoe)
(Hit me)
Hit me little pussy
And you gonna be ou-out of luck
This that 44 poppin' guts
Leave yo lungs filled up with mud
We accept the hits and drop em'
Leave your body in the trunk
Do not fuck with us
I'm fiending for some blood
And I'm over this
Running from coppas
Choppers with 40 clips
I'm supposed to dip
Choppin' it up with mobsters
And poker chips
Roll the dice
But just know sacrifice
And that I'm imposed to flip
Openly, I'll be honorary
The honored by obelisk (hit me)
All the homies making bread
You really wanna toast to this?
Life's been blurred since 2020
Am I really focusing?
I've been up like super early
Locked off doors keep opening
All for me I feel like I am chosen
Is anyone even close to this?
Pop, lock it, drop it bitch
Empty out your bank
I just hit a fuckin' lick
And I'm sippin' on that drank
I might drown you in the ocean, nigga
I'm just being frank
And I'm smoking propane
I just got it from Hank
Whatchu' mean
She gone fuck with me
That bitch for the team
Sippin' lean
That bitch say I'm mean
I'm like "Whatchu' mean"
You a fiend
Always make a scene
Can't never come clean
I'm a king
Bitch, it's team four
We coming for the ring (let's go)
Hit- hit-
Hit me little pussy
And you gonna be ou-out of luck
This that 44 poppin' guts
Leave yo lungs filled up with mud
We accept the hits and drop em'
Leave your body in the trunk
Do not fuck with us
I'm fiending for some blood
Got a bitch in the back that I'm packin'
I'm back in the pack and they callin' me captain
I'm stackin' em racks and I'm crackin' her back in
I'm rappin', you lackin', I'm smoking on cat piss
I just be fuckin' the track, hey
I don't be fuckin' with scat-play
You gotta talk with your mans, hey
That some shit he understands, hey
Best of every era
Never underestimate, I'm better
Wait, I'm with the Chrome Beretta
Told that boy, "It's like whatever"
Pugh
P-P-P-P-Pussy
Can't a motherfucker tell me what the fuck is cookin', uh huh
I'm whoopin', whoopin' up the nookie, uh huh
You pussy, you motherfuckin' rookie (woo)
Gang deep
Gang deep
Gang deep
Woof!
Gang deep
Gang deep
Gang deep
Woof!
Got the choppas on the block
Up on the streets (woof!)
Who gon' stop us
We get commas every week (woof!)
We stomp em' off
Big steppers, Pradas on my feet (woof!)
My whole team dogs
And we just broke off of the leash
Top don, upper echelon
Do not get involved
Calm down, FN on my arm
Do not run it off
Stand down
Who gon' set me off
Bitch can't turn me off
Man down
Decompose to rot
Bodies cross em' off
Step in, reppin, lethal weapon
Call a reverend easily
Check in with the Smith & Wesson
Knock off heads so breezily
Set of the keys for me
I bet on the secrecy
Never know whose creepin'
And that's why I keep the heat on me
Young killa'
Do it for the skrilla (gang, gang!)
Big spender
Posted in a villa (yeah, yeah!)
Gang deep
Gang deep
Gang deep
Woof!
Gang deep
Gang deep
Gang deep
Wo-