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(Where Harto at?)
(Okay, Daniel)
Niggas be greedy as hell, they start beggin' for some clout and some bands (Uh)
Bitch, I get deep in her shit, feel her glands
I can't fuck with girl 'cause she fucked with my mans (Uh, uh)
Whip in that pot, bitch, I beat up the pan
If the po find the stash then I skrt in the van (Skrt)
I catch an opp 'round the corner, he ran
Two sticks in my hand like I play for a band
Sendin' my brother some racks with a letter 'cause he gotta eat, ain't no room for no debtor (Uh)
I can't be fuckin' with hoes, I'ma dead her
I'm thinkin' she corny, she think she a jester (Yeah)
I'ma keep packin' that heat in my sweater
We movin' on hush, they can't hear when we steppin' (Hush)
I was out cashin' these checks for the better
My money go up, I was countin' the cheddar, uh
My fingers turn green 'cause I play with the big racks
Opp bitch, might fuck around and hit that (Uh)
Oh, you flex on the 'Gram? We gon' lick that
These niggas talkin' like we ain't gon' get back
Freak bitch off the 'Migos, we litty
Me and LO in the cut, we get busy
I'ma keep blowin' this weed 'til I'm 60
Totin' the heat in my pants like I'm Jimmy
Bitch, I ain't givin' it up
She see the racks and she givin' it up (Uh)
Big body Benz, the sticks in the trunk
Let's get lit with your friends, it's givin' or what?
Uh, we gon' sit in the cut
Figure 'em out then we sendin' them up
We sayin' goodbye to them, givin' them up
Yeah, he gettin' dough, he ain't gettin' enough (Uh, uh)
I wake up and smoke one to the head
My glizzy is loaded, got one in the head
We rock out, put the drum to his head
I don't need to click, glizzy, it come with a leg
Bitch, I gotta run to the sack
If he run, he a dummy, he get one to the back (Uh)
My niggas died, I ain't gettin' them back so I gotta walk with the glizzy a lot (Uh)
I'm high as shit, bitch
Can't make me a lick, bitch
And I got a lit bitch
She be with the shit, bitch, uh
Got this rip stick
Pull up on your real bitch, uh
And we kick shit
That .50 like a big bitch, uh
Gotta big Glock, uh
Makin' shit stop, uh
Where this piece? It blesses
I'm from where they hit blocks
Bitch, we hit Glocks
We hit that .50 on 'em
We hit that 100-round metal, we got busy, though