(Damn Glacier, this one finna kill these niggas)

Nigga keep tweetin'
So you can die on that wifi
You gon' die from that internet
Catch him it's 'bout time
Knock him out they gon' be bloggin' him right now (brr)

Big worm bitch I send a drive by
Come out the house, know we posted at night time (boy you knowin')
Leavin' his body inside of that white line
.762, we gon' wake up the block, huh?

Nah, nigga wake up (go)
I just sent a lil' somethin' your way to come shake somethin'
Got the drop from this lil' bitch (yeah) she be fuckin' on me
I put nut on her makeup (ew)

This stick is gon' break somethin'
Bullets blow off your body they know now, break somethin'
Know I'm standin' on business these niggas won't take nothin'
I be shootin' for the kill for the help I'ma Facetime 'em

I'ma send me somebody to knock at your door
Like some pizza or somethin'
I don't interact with bitch ass niggas
Runnin' around actin' like my nieces or somethin'
I take that back, matter of fact nigga, my nieces more realer
I'll rather a fuck nigga stay a hunnid feet from a nigga
No, I ain't stuntin' you niggas, I got a daughter more gangsta
So I'ma separate and stand across the street from a nigga
I got up off they ass, I'm on you now
And I ain't fuckin' 'round with nothin' under .40 cal'
I'm tryna put a hole in any nigga, bun 'em down

I ain't jokin' round with no nigga (baow)
Frontin' now, stuntin' in and out
Plenty of pistols we ain't runnin' out
Known to get 'em killed plenty of killers
Know who run the town
Talk on the name when I'm here they don't come around
I'ma catch 'em his time steady runnin' out
Grab yo keyboard

Nigga keep tweetin'
So you can die on that wifi
You gon' die from that internet
Catch him it's 'bout time
Knock him out they gon' be bloggin' him right now (brr, baow)

Big worm bitch I send a drive by
Come out the house know we posted at night time (boy you knowin')
Leavin' his body inside of that white line
.762, we gon' wake up the block, huh?

Got my blinkie on him and I'll blow it up too
From a distance the police we shoot at 'em too
Ask Lil' Ten how we do
On the scene and we blockin' and lurkin'
I'm fiendin' to get at they dude
Hit that boy with the stick same day shoot a video
Record it and then I upload to Youtube
Try me, I bet I fuck over the fool
.51, walk 'em down while I'm loadin' the tool

Shh, don't tell nobody
Drop the bag gotta brand new body (yeah)
Dropped the bag, gotta brand new Phantom
Yeah, nigga, gotta take the shoes off inside 'em (no shoes)
2022 white mink rug
Oh well, what the fuck I'm supposed to do? I gotta drive it
I cut the boogie shit and saved the loot and fly commercial
If I ever wanna do it flyin' private

Yeah, nigga keep tweetin'
So you can die on that wifi
You gon' die from that internet
Catch him it's 'bout time
Knock him out, they gon' be bloggin' him right now

Big worm bitch I send a drive by
Come out the house, know we posted at night time (boy you knowin')
Leavin' his body inside of that white line
.762, we gon' wake up the block, huh?

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Writer(s): Jonathan Lyndale Kirk, Kentrell DeSean Gaulden