(Goddamn BJ with another one)
(I bet my last track probably gave you lockjaw)

Hold on
Young nigga, he super shiesty, already got his mask on
Hold on, I pull my mask down, I get your soul gone
Hope is tirin' out, it's some years later
Them gangbangers ain't comin' home
We tryna murder some and I knock another down

Don't fuck around, get your head bust, nigga (get your head bust)
Get your bread up, nigga (get your bread up)
We zip the biggest niggas, do plenty killings and tote them big pistols
These niggas gon' lay it down when we spray around
When we catch him, we sin him (we got 'em)
Spray a TEC out the window, we leave that ho in the middle
He a opp boy, yeah, beat it
Hollows they gon' want some
We dirt him, believe it
Top say, y'all go off him
He say real right, don't come right
His life is gon' cost him
I'm smokin' Doja, life passin' over
Ridin' through the Nola like fuck all of 'em

Tell me shit, they don't mean it
Step on one, don't leave not one
Lay on who seen it
We gon' burn 'em all, so track down one
We skippin' town when them taxes come
They can't take off, we stamped 'em some
He need another thirty burner
That Drac', it need a drum up under
You need another fuckin' fixer stick
Okay? And what else
Hall of fame, for real, highlight with the steel (yeah)
Put that boy on a shelf
Roll, roll all night off them pills, yeah
'Til ain't none left
Gone off that drank 'til I go deaf
Smokin' on dank, potent like it's meth

Hold on
Young nigga, he super shiesty, already got his mask on
Hold on, I pull my mask down, I get your soul gone
Hope is tirin' out, it's some years later
Them gangbangers ain't comin' home
We tryna murder some and I knock another down

Don't fuck around, get your head bust, nigga (get your head bust)
Get your bread up, nigga (get your bread up)
We zip the biggest niggas, do plenty killings and tote them big pistols
These niggas gon' lay it down when we spray around
When we catch him, we sin him (boom)
Spray a TEC out the window, we leave that hole in the middle
He a opp boy, yeah, beat it
Hollows they gon' want some
We dirt him, believe it
Top say, y'all go off him
He say real right, don't come right
His life is gon' cost him
I'm smokin' Doja, life passin' over
Ridin' through the Nola like fuck all of 'em

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Writer(s): Kentrell Deshawn Gaulden