(Ayy) uh, uh, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy
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I be out here fuckin' up the streets
All you weak-ass rappers, y'all be fuckin' up the beats
When I'm done fuckin', bitch, don't try to go to sleep
You a dirty-ass bop, you just suckin' up the heat
Ayy, we don't need no new niggas, we fine
Choppa hit yo' ass, make you fast-forward and rewind
I be posted up like a street sign
I don't know about you and yo' gun, but I keep mine
I smoke niggas and I smoke weed
And yo' dead homie smokin' like some OT
Ayy, I finessed him out a whole P
Told his ass it was hot but it was OG
Ayy, used to play the six, but now we play the eights
Don't ride down this block 'cause we play with Dracs, bitch
I got on VLONE, by the way
And I'm smokin' on VLONE by the tray (ayy, ayy, ayy)
Run up on me wrong, you die today
And I'm bustin' off this mid, today is not the day (ayy, ayy)
And watch how you move and what you say
We turned him to a pack, that boy smoke like 1K, ayy
How you with it and you don't own a gun?
Yeah, you 'round a lotta niggas
But when you die, you the only one
High speed, take 'em on a run
Glock 23, I love it so much, I can't even throw the gun (hold on)
Who this car? Got me watchin' in my rearview
Oh, that's the opps, yeah, I spotted 'em with a clear view
I shot him once, that boy thought he got hit with two
When those hollows spread, it get hard to move
Shoulda hid his .9 on his waist, now he paralyzed from the waist
Now his people cryin' at the wake 'cause it's niggas dyin' every day
Niggas dyin' every day, bullets flyin' every way
Shot him in this face, now he literally dead weight
Bron'ems at the six, I had to move up the street
I keep my blick, you the type to have your move up the street
Just to hide the blicks, I got a lil' move up the street
And she gon' suck and fuck me good until a nigga go to sleep
Got a drop on Lil Moe, I suggest you don't pull up
I'ma have this bitch pointed, I suggest you don't look up
Them young niggas pop out 'cause they hit your top, they fuck shit up
We might show up at yo' party, fuck yo' function up
Didn't they tell y'all not to fuck with them strappers?
Since he actin' like a child, we gon' kidnap him
I get niggas wrapped up, I just like rappin'
Make a nigga disappear, poof, like magic
Glock hold 32, that's magic
If I shoot the whole thing, just imagine, that's tragic
We got a lot of Glocks that's out the D side
And if a nigga decide to live, we gon' have to retry, bitch!
I be out here fuckin' up the streets
All you weak-ass rappers, y'all be fuckin' up the beats
When I'm done fuckin', bitch, don't try to go to sleep
You a dirty-ass bop, you just suckin' up the heat
Ayy, we don't need no new niggas, we fine
Choppa hit yo' ass, make you fast-forward and rewind
I be posted up like a street sign
I don't know about you and yo' gun, but I keep mine