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[intro]
uh, uh
we the ones that’s really poppin’ out with draco’s and these fns
and i call my shooter up and he gon’ wet him in
yeah, ain’t duckin’ law, we duckin’ nig—

[chorus]
burnin’ rubber in the striker, hit the gas, that b-tch tryna pop a wheelie
sippin’ on that yadamean, i just cracked me a silly
b-tch, i’m geeked and rollin’ off my shot, i don’t even know my man
i like my b-tches ratchet, line the opps just for a band, d-mn
we the ones that’s poppin’ out, draco’s and fns
put my shooter on your shooter, he gon’ wet him in
duck and let him in, i f-ck around, don’t let him in
f-ck around and burnt the rubber on the tire, spin the benz
swapped the vin, i took that b-tch right out of virginia, swap the plate
put a bad b-tch on ig, go down in dms, you’s the bait
i got munyun, i’ll get you done, yeah, for a funyun, yeah, that’s a fact
man, my shooter k!lled your blood brother and you ain’t get back and that’s for real

[verse]
jumpin’ out durango’s, all angles, tryna park me a n-gga
suited, booted, tryna walk, that guy gon’ bark on a n-gga
blakey griffin, hard up in the paint like waka flocka flame
jumpin’ out the v, not out the window, i don’t play no games
why this b-tch keep tryna line a n-gga? ’cause i got some fame
why these n-ggas hatin’ on the kid just ’cause i got a name?
shooter just put belt to ass, i might just tell him, “tap your brain”
you can’t stop the rain, come feel this pain, here, take this f-ckin’ flame
b-tch, i’m geeked up, rollin’, i think i need sober, uh
perky ninety milligram, i just keep throwin’ up
addicted to that wockhardt, junkie, flunky pourin’ up
told the b-tch i just want coochie, why she holdin’ up? (yeah)
f-ckin’ with that doggy dog, my denim pockets swoll as sh-t
got pulled over in the whip, i told her hold the bl!ck, d-mn
i be mason margiela bippin’ when i’m walkin’
gold grill, real n-gga, this the truth i’m talkin’
[chorus]
burnin’ rubber in the striker, hit the gas, that b-tch tryna pop a wheelie
sippin’ on that yadamean, i just cracked me a silly
b-tch, i’m geeked and rollin’ off my shot, i don’t even know my man
i like my b-tches ratchet, line the opps just for a band, d-mn
we the ones that’s poppin’ out, draco’s and fns
put my shooter on your shooter, he gon’ wet him in
duck and let him in, i f-ck around, don’t let him in
f-ck around and burnt the rubber on the tire, spin the benz
swapped the vin, i took that b-tch right out of virginia, swap the plate
put a bad b-tch on ig, go down in dms, you’s the bait
i got munyun, i’ll get you done, yeah, for a funyun, yeah, that’s a fact
man, my shooter k!lled your blood brother and you ain’t get back and that’s for real

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