[Chorus: Taleban Dooda]
This a four-nick
G-lock, top notch sh*t
This a Russian chopstick (Yeah)
7.62s beatbox sh*t, uh
This a Glock 19 with a thirty dick (Thirty)
These bullets explode when it hit (Boom)
Mac in my 'Wood, I'm just rollin' the kid
I don't like bein' sober and sh*t (Nah)
Nah, nah, we just made his block hot
40 make him hopscotch
b*tch, I hang with dropouts (Yeah)
All he heard was "Fah-fah"
We done brought the cops out
Like why them ni**as b*tches?
Like why they don't ever pop out?
[Verse 1: Taleban Dooda]
He better watch how he move
7.62s knock him out of his shoes (Uh)
They know we breakin' the rules
We the ones puttin' thе bass in the boom
Same tool, b*tch, same guns off DOOM
Glock 45, this b*tch shakin' thе room
If he talk tough, then he makin' the news
We some handy-ass ni**as, we keep us a tool (Gotta have it)
One, two, he dissin' my brother, I'm comin' to you
If they drop the addy, we followin' through
Tryna turn his little brother to a vegetable too
Lay down, them b*tches better not move
b*tch, I ain't playin', I am not in the mood
I ain't got sense, I had dropped out of school
If anybody move, this on bro, I'ma shoot
[Chorus: Taleban Dooda]
This a four-nick
G-lock, top notch sh*t
This a Russian chopstick (Yeah)
7.62s beatbox sh*t, uh
This a Glock 19 with a thirty dick (Thirty)
These bullets explode when it hit (Boom)
Mac in my 'Wood, I'm just rollin' the kid
I don't like bein' sober and sh*t (Nah)
Nah, nah, we just made his block hot
40 make him hopscotch
b*tch, I hang with dropouts (Yeah)
All he heard was "Fah-fah"
We done brought the cops out
Like why them ni**as b*tches?
Like why they don't ever pop out?
[Verse 2: Tory Lanez]
We talkin' energy
I got them hoes that be gone off the Hennessy
I got them b*tches that's goin' off to Tennessee
When I come out that b*tch spittin', that yoppa, that choppa go grrt, you'd think that it's ten of me
I got the flow and I'm rollin' my b*tch and she goin' she know it I got it for 4
I got your b*tch and I'm goin', I'm motor boating on the titties, she rowin' for sure
This ain't Monopoly, I pass the go and I'm buying the property
Ain't a fu*k ni**a as hot as me
I got them b*tches on go when they gotta be
I got them digits, you know that I'm speaking that money, don't talk that broke-nology
We got the Mobb and we Deep, it's like Prodigy
You know we got a guy had the .380 with me like it ought to be
[Chorus: Taleban Dooda]
This a four-nick
G-lock, top notch sh*t
This a Russian chopstick (Yeah)
7.62s beatbox sh*t, uh
This a Glock 19 with a thirty dick (Thirty)
These bullets explode when it hit (Boom)
Mac in my 'Wood, I'm just rollin' the kid
I don't like bein' sober and sh*t (Nah)
Nah, nah, we just made his block hot
40 make him hopscotch
b*tch, I hang with dropouts (Yeah)
All he heard was "Fah-fah"
We done brought the cops out
Like why them ni**as b*tches?
Like why they don't ever pop out?