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[Intro]
[?] I'm tryna get [?] uh uh
[?] Schlish and Carti on this motherfucker (Turn me up Juu)
Hey turn me up Juu

[Verse 1: Baby Jamo]
Glock 22 with a stick
Yeah this bitch ain't got no kick
He tried to run when his bitch got left
This forty will break him down right into fifths
Bitch throwing the pussy I know he get tricked
We scored on their block, we driving [?]
We ain't fucking around we ain't got no pick
I ain't beefing with niggas that ain't on shit
Uh, yeah I'm a younging that came from the projects
Old head testing like "where is your heart at?"
Telling me shits like "younging go rob that"
[?] my slime, my motherfucking slatt
Keep coming through, we stepping on necks
We spinning their block, right [?] blatt
Can't wait to get up, [?] baguettes
And I keep on dropping and they asking "what's next?"
And I don't want love, I only want sex
Don't keep on calling, give me a text
Ain't never had shit and you know I'ma flex
If shorty turn hot, that's what I expect
Spanking a fully better get on the floor
Play with them steppers we right at your door
Tall Slime stick to that code
I get it in and I get it sold, uh, uh

[Verse 2: Schlish]
I gotta stick to the code, all of my men up the road, just 'cause a bitch-nigga told
Might get caught in a jam like a paper they fold
If my young nigga spin 'em I'll throw him a load
Niggas get cut if I heard that they dick rode
I could cook in the microwave or use the big stove
[?] Glock and the mask if this shit ever get slow
Niggas hot and they're tipping like they're on the [?]
I'm in the spot I'm with Littles and Carti my young nigga hit you if you try to rob me
He thought he was lit so I threw him a party that red dot on him I made him a target
Young nigga deep in the game I could throw you a lob
They know I got plenty of work I could give you a job
Niggas get batteries in [?] a charge
I'm making hits on the block brodie cracking them [?]
How the fuck you a shooter and you missed?
Streets told me everything I just sit back and listen
Used to watch my O.G. count the money get blisters
This nigga pay for a feat' I ran off and [?]
We get the drop ain't no time for the fishing
We really gon' tag a nigga if he diss [?]
That 7.62 could've killed him it missed by some inches
Fuck on my opps 'cause them niggas some bitches

[Verse 3: CartiEarss]
Uh, fuck all my opps you know them niggas bitches
We turned up our Glocks equipped them with them switches
A shark in the sea and these lil' niggas fishes
I'm getting off Ps, you chasing these bitches
I'm stuck in my bag, he stuck in the trenches
He tough on the Gram only bluff in my mentions
All that sneak dissing that's how you go missing
I'm a snake in the sky when I slime ain't no hissing
Tryna hit from behind [?]
How you rap 'bout crack can't cook in the kitchen?
'Bout to buy thirty sheets [?] chicken
Me and P in the spot serving Js 'bout to flip it
I'm round the Heights with my ho
That's my man with the plan
Round the Yo with Littles, that's my man with the blam
Come round Riggs I'm the man with the grams

[Verse 4: Baby Jamo]
Uh uh, we sending them pounds it's state-to-state
You wanna see me? Nigga pay to play
I'm thugging with Jefe that's day by day
Uh, uh, we wiping his nose he need him some tissues
You playing with steppers we come get the issue
We get us a hop-in and get right with you
Uh, uh, yeah lil' Littles be taking a risk
I'm sipping Wock' or I'm sipping Tris'
Yeah I'ma pour up a deuce and get lit
I don't want no clout bitch I'm tryna get rich