A’s or B’s

[Chorus: 3o$ama]
I'm high as shit, I'm in the stu', just poured a deuce of yellow with Blake nigga, we be toting P
The opps be lying, their ass be capping, how the fuck they don't know me?
Like I ain't pop my door, jump out that Ford and creep with Drac' CD
These niggas capping, don't be spinning, how the fuck they wanna beef?
These niggas capping, don't be spinning, they ain't got no fucking Bs
They ain't even got no fucking attempts
I'll creep up through your bushes like a fox and jump a fence
And I know you heard 'bout that last nigga, he died and jumped the fence

[Verse 1: 3o$ama]
Boy, what's wrong with him?
Put that switchy on his ass, put that drizzy on his ass
We was fishing The Dead with T and I gave him a pass
But he showing off and throwing me off so I'ma smash his ass
GP keep capping like he spinning, he ain't spin since 2020
I'm really active and I shoot my gun, nigga on Fat Stunz
Still screaming free Threat, when he come home we gon' roll up Fat Stunz
He thugging hard with his celly, shoutout my nigga Bmoney
I took all the charges, told the detectives I ain't see nothing
The dead keep dissing, how 'bout you bitch-niggas come and do something?
Shoutout to Mook, that's my heart nigga, you play thing he shoot something
And Fox pushing 30, he still active and we got cars
7.62s park shit and [?] set off car alarms
I dropped a bomb up the border, remember? They called me Brett Favre
I been on shit with you bitch-niggas since that day at [?]
And lil Loco is a bitch, that nigga don't even go hard
If we get pulled over boo, put this Fentanyl in your bra

[Verse 2: Yung Dizzy]
Boo put the switch up in your purse
I can't go back, that shit the worst
I just came home and popped three Perc's
Fat shit got hit, I know it hurt
Ha, I know they sad
I broke her heart, I did her bad
Fucked her best friend, I know she mad
Fuck it Wiz, drag! Drag!
Huh, I can't go back, I feel like Nino
His mother head got put in a toilet, I'm talking 'bout Skino
(Hey Young Wick, what you on?)
They call [?] blowing
B3 just hopped out with that chop
(What the fuck is a SIG man? I like Glocks)
I like switches, I like Drac's
You better not tote no .38
The whole 2023 I was boosting the whole murder rate
I shot that nigga in his face, he did the Drac' I did the race
Hit him up close, took him to space
New dead body, another cold case

[Chorus: 3o$ama]
I'm high as shit, I'm in the stu', just poured a deuce of yellow with Blake nigga, we be toting P
The opps be lying, their ass be capping, how the fuck they don't know me?
Like I ain't pop my door, jump out that Ford and creep with Drac', CDs
These niggas capping, don't be spinning, how the fuck they wanna beef?
These niggas capping, don't be spinning, they ain't got no fucking Bs
They ain't even got no fucking attempts
I'll creep up through your bushes like a fox and jump a fence
And I know you heard 'bout that last nigga, he died and jumped the fence