(Leggo)
(Damn E, this shit exclusive)
(Stretch gang)
(Face shots at the face, don't trip on yo lace)
(Mafia)

Bur-bur-burn away a carbon beam, knock your legs off
Tried to get away from me, had a stand off
Hit 'em in the spine, knock his dreads off
My woadie just caught a body
I nicknamed him Randy Moss
Th-th-thuggin' in my Reeboks, ridin' with a G-SHOCK
Shh, I heard he shot
Dracos make a beat box
OG made dat sharp turn, woadie spot 'em, peeled the car
Had a mask on, Draco make 'em beat box

In Miami with my muthafuckin' heat out
Another nigga bitch said she got her feet out
I walked in da party I'm on my big four shit
Ready to get it started bitch I got no sense
Oh he da plug riding round with 4 bricks
Call me Kobe, twenty-four on me
Can't fuck wit that no mo' dat lil bitch she do the most
I get ma groove on every time I see dem folks
I got da antidote I'm thinking dats something you need to know
I'm smooth and I'm cold she know my wrist on froze
Skinny jeans on with a big bankroll
She playin my song, now I got her takin' off her thong
I'm tryna get it on she feeling all over my Peter bone
Two rights don't make a wrong it just go on and on
I'm kickin' shit like Jackie Chan, 'til they got my kicks on
And I'ma hit my target
I'ma up this bitch regardless

Bur-bur-burn away a carbon beam, knock your legs off
Tried to get away from me, had a stand off
Hit 'em in the spine, knock his dreads off
My woadie just caught a body
I nicknamed him Randy Moss
Th-th-thuggin' in my Reeboks, ridin' with a G-SHOCK
Shh, I heard he shot
Dracos make a beat box
OG made dat sharp turn, woadie spot 'em, peeled the car
Had a mask on, Draco make 'em beat box

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Writer(s): Elisner Joseph, Nehemiah Harden