You know that all blue be her diamond ring
Lil' shawty, she the finest thing, ah, ah
QRN

I heard a nigga want me dead, huh
Well, come and see about me
So much of dope inside this rental, you can't see from out it
I keep that heat, one in the head, ha
We left 'em bleedin' 'bout it, ha
That my ratchet bitch, Miss Connie that's my cleanin' shawty
I shop at GQ, get a cut, buy chains
No baby, I can't see you through these Ray-Ban frames
It smell like pee, you smokin' dope all on the stage
You know that all blue my vehicles

Ha, my favorite opp dead, sister talk too much, no, I don't like the bitch
Lul Timmy rolled her brother up, got stepped on in some Nike kicks
Up an swing that cutter round, hit 'em and his wife and kids
Jump Out Gang, my brother Thug and Sosa Gang, some slimey niggas
Wokhardt, don't nobody drink from out my soda cup
Fuck a cop car, we gon' bend the corner, we gon' buss 'em up
I'm livin' life just like a rockstar
Claymore by his door up, got them blow him up
Ah ha, I don't see shit funny, we stepped on your brother
Steady steppin', steady flexin', come and up the score
Lil DoubleO tote Smith and Wesson
Whole hunnid shots missed at the show, yall niggas must be fuckin' cappin'
I'm smokin' za pack, out the O, he was a stepper but got stepped on
That other rapper his big bro, it been a year we still ain't vanished
I made three hundred off of dope, ain't did a show but I'm still havin'
Fuck 300, TK4 that's what I'm reppin', spell it backwards
Extension pokin' out my clothes, y'all niggas know it ain't no lackin'
I'm in the Nola wit' them smackers

I heard a nigga want me dead, huh
Well, come and see about me
So much of dope inside this rental, you can't see from out it
I keep that heat, one in the head, ha
We left 'em bleedin' 'bout it, ha
That my ratchet bitch, Miss Connie that's my cleanin' shawty
I shop at GQ, get a cut, buy chains
No baby, I can't see you through these Ray-Ban frames
It smell like pee, you smokin' dope all on the stage
You know that all blue my vehicles

Look, I keep my eye right on the timer
Quando, your mama like my mama
Got buku choppas for some problems
Point 'em out I stop 'em, I'm the Dada, nigga
I pick up my Bible, I'm like, "Father I got trauma"
I caught cases wit' my partners and got the industry want to knock a nigga
I'm gon' get my poles out, you go get your hoes out
"Gon' kill 'em", what they told us, we murder some
Niggas steady claimin' they gon' do us some
Know anyway God wit' us
Youngin' out his mind and tryna fuck wit' some
Know the bitch gon' be deep when we meet, standoff, let's see, we spray the shit
Wait, they leave on side the East up close, they blow tryna face the clique
Ai YoungBoy, know I go hard, strictly on that murder shit
Fuck that rap boy, for our hit squad, tryna zip another bitch
Blood shed when that thirty hit, see your ass, they swervin' shit
GOJ, who gon' die today, that's 4KT, I know you heard of this
38, real gang baby, from the dog pen
All day talkin', no asthma, never get exhausted

I heard a nigga want me dead, huh
Well, come and see about me
So much of dope inside this rental, you can't see from out it
I keep that heat, one in the head, ha
We left 'em bleedin' 'bout it, ha
That my ratchet bitch, Miss Connie that's my cleanin' shawty
I shop at GQ, get a cut, buy chains
No baby, I can't see you through these Ray-Ban frames
It smell like pee, you smokin' dope all on the stage
You know that all blue my vehicles

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Writer(s): Kentrell DeSean Gaulden, Tyquian Bowman