[Intro]
Turn me up Juu
Damn
No way Hozay!
Wopo
Mob [?]
Dang
Hey, hey Juu, what the fu*k moe?
How the fu*k you turn me up like that man?
For real
Yeah
[Verse]
Uh
I tried tell him a time and they didn’t believe the sh*t, yeah, Wop
I spend a whole lotta racks like I don’t even need the sh*t, uh, yeah
I’m trying to pay for a drop, soon as I get it it’s lit, uh uh
Shooting the Glock 23, I fell in love with the way that b*tch hit, uh
Mob ties I got a lot of this sh*t, uh
I don’t be hiding and sh*t
Got to be tight when I go on a show
Somebody might got to die in this b*tch
Perc and the drank got me high as a b*tch
Watching my steps and I’m fly as a b*tch
fu*k all the opps they be lying and sh*t
You even goofy for buying the sh*t
And these ni**as goofy for selling the sh*t
Heard a younging got jammed and he telling and sh*t
Want to be where I’m at ni**as jealous as sh*t
You can do what you want ni**a get off dick
And wherever I go be equipped with a stick
I ain’t chasing no b*tch I’ma get me a vic
Heard it’s smoke in the air I’ma get me a hit
If he took one before he’ll take one again
See the 5 on this b*tch when you check out the gen
Hear the screech on the street when we slide on his men
Throw him a b*tch but I’m baitng ‘em in
fu*k every b*tch I ain’t wait in a minute
I heard the sh*t that he said out his mouth
I put this Glock in his grill like a dentist
Bad ass younging like Dennis the Menace
Too many b*tches and too many glizzies
Hit off this peezy and drop off sixty
Spin off a bar I’ma go off a sixty
I’m on the K and I’m fu*king with sixty
Coming so much ni**as calling me quitting
Know that they did it but never admit it
Back in the ninth I was shooting millennials
Never a time that I stopped I was sending them
Bro in the fed cuz of his fu*king adrenaline
Ran up a check and I do what I suppose to
I put a ten on his ass and they smoked you
sh*t was a show I’m the ni**a who hosted it
ni**a got caught with his co-d and folded
Call me a killer you know I ain’t bogus
Blow up his car I’ma knock off the rotors
Got on his lawn and them young ni**as mowed it
fu*k her for hours but put on a Trojan
Why ni**as acting like somebody loaned em
He only gave me that sh*t cuz he owed me
Better be toting your gun you approach me
Loving that switch and it steady be rolling
Foot to the pedal I caught him he floated
Sweet ass b*tch I just told her eat brodie
Put on a mask while you whipping that potion
This what I do I’ma whip til it’s smoking
Say that it’s smoke why the fu*k is you choking
ni**a got hit why the fu*k was he loafing
Sending me death threats ni**a you joking
I’ma come shoot up your block like you told me
I hit the pack ‘til this sh*t look soapy
Auntie come in cuz she smell this sh*t potent
Bottles of water we serve out the ocean
Ain’t no Pacific but junkies be floating
Uh uh, u- uh ain’t no Pacific but junkies be floating
I don’t think they caught that sh*t man
Ain’t no Pacific but junkies be floating
Haha, Wopo
Mob!
Yeah!
b*tch!