(Tay Keith fuck these niggas up)
Ha, ha
(And if the beat live you know Lil Ju made it)

We gon' ride to this
Where you niggas goin'? You can't hide from this
They call it quits, pillow talk to the bitch but we gon' call the hit
Dirty stick, 33, can't miss, ay, we gon' knock yo' shit
Still remember them days when I was broke without a pot to piss

This me and my Glock right here (that's right)
Hold on, yeah, I'll split a opp right here (let's go)
Ain't a nigga I fear, he died, his brother died, they outta here
Can't show my car, I don't know why they wanna be opp
His set out there, got put on Fox
Ain't nuttin' but another bottom of a Glock

Goran Dragić, pocket rocket, bitch, I get the heat on me
I just caught my opp, that new body got a sleep on it
I creeped on it, walk down gang, we killed the big homie
Five shots left in this Glocks but it got a stick on it

Stop the car, let me hop out, I done hit his big homie
Nigga right here sweet, fo n 'em sages, just put a bitch on it
Paraplegic, bro, he paralyzed as shit (they paralyzed as shit)
I'll bounce out with a fifth
Hold on, put him on his dick (put him on his dick)

I just got the bitch to put me on a lick
She said the nigga got 400k and meet her up there 'bout six
Put a bump stock on the Glock but still I'll never ever switch
Who the fuck told these young niggas that they out here running shit?

Kill a nigga ass and feel the opposite
She died 'cause she was on opp's shit
Bought a hunnid in jewelrym, uh
No type, quit to block a bitch
Srt, hit the gas, turn this bitch and watch it drip (uh)
I'll spray a opp right here (right here)
I'll spray a opp right here (right here)

It's not a opp out here that a nigga fear
Smokin' dead guys while I'm driving I can't even steer
I be blinded, all diamonds hit like a chandelier
Reach for one of my chain I bet I make a nigga disappear (uh)

Belaire and Moët (Moët)
She gon' give me more sex (more sex)
She like Casamigos (what, what)
Then have her bow-legged (then have her bow-legged)
Bullets pierce his skin
Aim all at his forehead
Murder in his adlibs
Then listen to what he said (what he said)

Listen to what he said
Listen to what he said
Murder in his adlibs
Then listen to what he said
Murder in his adlibs
Then listen to what he said

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Writer(s): Brytavious Lakeith Chambers, Isaac De Boni, James Baker, Julian Mason, Keanu Torres, Michael Mule