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(Damn, FINNGOTIT)
Ah, ah, ah, come on, come on, come on (Grrt, grrt)
It sound like y'all should run (Come on, ayy, let this shit, go, nigga)
Ayy, turn me up, nigga
Ayy, fuck the opps, FTO, nigga (For real)
Ayy, OTSSGE (Alright)
Nigga, I'm up, bro, if it's somethin' for less than a ball, youngin say he'll kill for an onion (Youngin say he'll kill for a onion)
It's been a minute since I had to risk my craft, tell them bitch-ass pigs, "Free Monkey" (Tell them bitch-ass pigs, "Free Monkey")
We come through blowin', everybody out there targets, shoot whoever up in the function (Grrt)
Ah, ah, ah, come on, come on, come on (Grrt, grrt)
It sound like y'all should run (Come on, ayy, let this shit, go, nigga)
Ayy, turn me up, nigga
Ayy, fuck the opps, FTO, nigga (For real)
Ayy, OTSSGE (Alright)
Nigga, I'm up, bro, if it's somethin' for less than a ball, youngin say he'll kill for an onion (Youngin say he'll kill for a onion)
It's been a minute since I had to risk my craft, tell them bitch-ass pigs, "Free Monkey" (Tell them bitch-ass pigs, "Free Monkey")
We come through blowin', everybody out there targets, shoot whoever up in the function (Grrt)
Bro tryna harder than a bitch, pulled up to this ho on a Monday, get left on a Sunday (Get left on a Sunday)
That ho was tweakin', I take me a switch 'way to Germany and probably bump heads with a Russian (I'd probably bump heads with a Russian)
My bitch dropped the bomb, on bro, nigga, fuck you and wait, piss me off, I'll come drop another (I'll come drop another)
S7100 in this bitch, who they signed 'em all and they bitch-ass wasn't on nothin' (And they bitch-ass wasn't on nothin')
Five of them safety's, jumped out with sheistys, them switches, them bitch-ass niggas kept runnin' (Them bitch-ass nigga kept runnin')
BLG Band, that's a washed-up rapper (He a bitch)
Made a post, last twenty-four hours was duckin' (Twenty-four hours was duckin')
That ho was tweakin', I take me a switch 'way to Germany and probably bump heads with a Russian (I'd probably bump heads with a Russian)
My bitch dropped the bomb, on bro, nigga, fuck you and wait, piss me off, I'll come drop another (I'll come drop another)
S7100 in this bitch, who they signed 'em all and they bitch-ass wasn't on nothin' (And they bitch-ass wasn't on nothin')
Five of them safety's, jumped out with sheistys, them switches, them bitch-ass niggas kept runnin' (Them bitch-ass nigga kept runnin')
BLG Band, that's a washed-up rapper (He a bitch)
Made a post, last twenty-four hours was duckin' (Twenty-four hours was duckin')
Find somethin' safer to do or go play with your ho, I'm a dangerous young nigga with money (I'm a dangerous young nigga with money)
Drac', Drac' still lurkin', strapped down with a grown man gun, leave a little-ass kid three hundred (Leave a little-ass-kid three hundred)
Your man get nothin', this shit off of playin; with bricks, nigga, I ain't never fucked with no junkies (I ain't never fucked with no junkies)
These bitches goin' just off my name, my merch and it's different when she out here livin' (It's different when she out here livin')
I could fuck all of my exes if I want, but I don't 'cause my bitch got an ass, wanna build it (Bitch got an ass, wanna build it)
Chop all my opps in the wind, catch a nigga on this side of town, drop somethin', on business (Drop somethin', business, brrt)
Drac', Drac' still lurkin', strapped down with a grown man gun, leave a little-ass kid three hundred (Leave a little-ass-kid three hundred)
Your man get nothin', this shit off of playin; with bricks, nigga, I ain't never fucked with no junkies (I ain't never fucked with no junkies)
These bitches goin' just off my name, my merch and it's different when she out here livin' (It's different when she out here livin')
I could fuck all of my exes if I want, but I don't 'cause my bitch got an ass, wanna build it (Bitch got an ass, wanna build it)
Chop all my opps in the wind, catch a nigga on this side of town, drop somethin', on business (Drop somethin', business, brrt)
Can't fuck with a broke-ass, opp niggas safe 'cause I'm rich and I'm certified, I'll stand in the middle (I'll send straight fire)
This 323 came with a big-ass mush, tryna smoke one of these cap-ass niggas (Smoke one of these cap-ass niggas)
All about me, got bird face and throw it away (Come on), I'm not one of these rat-ass niggas. I'm not one of these rappin'-ass niggas
Somethin' got left in the East, jumped out on feet, that's another fuckin' hat in the vehicle (That's another fuckin' hat in the vehicle)
It's two deep, me and 6 up in 'round OT with a switch and leave that in a Sprinter (Bah, bah, bah, bah)
Nigga, I'm up, bro, if it's somethin' for less than a ball, youngin say he'll kill for an onion (Youngin say he'll kill for a onion)
This 323 came with a big-ass mush, tryna smoke one of these cap-ass niggas (Smoke one of these cap-ass niggas)
All about me, got bird face and throw it away (Come on), I'm not one of these rat-ass niggas. I'm not one of these rappin'-ass niggas
Somethin' got left in the East, jumped out on feet, that's another fuckin' hat in the vehicle (That's another fuckin' hat in the vehicle)
It's two deep, me and 6 up in 'round OT with a switch and leave that in a Sprinter (Bah, bah, bah, bah)
Nigga, I'm up, bro, if it's somethin' for less than a ball, youngin say he'll kill for an onion (Youngin say he'll kill for a onion)
It's been a minute since I had to risk my craft, tell them bitch-ass pigs, "Free Monkey" (Tell them bitch-ass pigs, "Free Monkey")
We come through blowin', everybody out there targets (Come on), shoot whoever up in the function (Grrt, grrt)
Bro tryna harder than a bitch, pulled up to this ho on a Monday, get left on a Sunday
Them niggas hurtin', he up with a little ass roll and that G can't fuck with me or nothin' (Nigga, fuck that G)
And since the FG, nigga keep dissin', tell him, "GG," nigga, get back for his brother (Get back for your brother, bitch)
I'll probably pop out in Gucci with Off-White 1s with the GG's leanin' over my buckles
Nigga, free D (Come on, come on), I been torturin' shit through the 10, we the youngest cold killers with buttons (Grrt, grrt)
We come through blowin', everybody out there targets (Come on), shoot whoever up in the function (Grrt, grrt)
Bro tryna harder than a bitch, pulled up to this ho on a Monday, get left on a Sunday
Them niggas hurtin', he up with a little ass roll and that G can't fuck with me or nothin' (Nigga, fuck that G)
And since the FG, nigga keep dissin', tell him, "GG," nigga, get back for his brother (Get back for your brother, bitch)
I'll probably pop out in Gucci with Off-White 1s with the GG's leanin' over my buckles
Nigga, free D (Come on, come on), I been torturin' shit through the 10, we the youngest cold killers with buttons (Grrt, grrt)
Uh, come on (Nigga, free my brother, nigga, fuck the opps, nigga)
Yeah, come on
And act like y'all don't know who it is (Y'all ain't gon' like this)
Y'all be duckin' and shit
I saw your bitch-ass in the mall, you wasn't on nothin'
Nigga, your brother dead, why the fuck you ain't cuff him (Don't play with me)
On bro, uh, come on, uh, uh
Keeve'll rob your bitch-ass
You don't wan' do nothin' with me
That other rappin'-ass nigga you called chicken
Get it 'fore you go sprung, where I'm at
Uh, uh, nigga, fuck the opps, nigga, you with them niggas, gon' die with them
That rat-ass nigga, haha, dead-ass, fuck the opps, not fuckin' with him
Haha, fuck all this shit, I'm still havin', y'all don't have any drip
Grrt, uh, free my brother
Haha, fuck all this shit, I'm still havin', y'all don't have any drip
Grrt, uh, free my brother
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