41K

[Intro]
(Elvis)
Glaah, glaah
(It's the fuckin' face of Harlem)
Like Glaah, glaah, boom bitch
41K, OGz K
Everything for Notti
Like what, like glaah
What, what?
Glaah

[Chorus]
Notti Bop, that was cute
Bitch imma slide, with a deuce
Wockesha, this not juice
Hop over gates, then I shoot
Niggas be pussy they tough in the booth
Sha Gz, the fuck is ya tooth?
Ok, these niggas jokes
Never did nothing but dissin' on bro
Like fuck it, I got the loc
I'm not a Crip but I fuck with my loccs

[Verse 1]
Everybody die like
Better pick a side like
Is you down to ride like
Bend through ya block and I'm making a highlight like, (Damn)
I'm droppin' a 4 and I'm droppin' a 5
Chii, that lil' nigga died like
Fuck EK, send him to his pops
Hit the floor when them bodies drop
Fuck 12, I don't fuck with no cops
And you say I'm a rat and you shot
For a fee, she give us the lot
You a bitch, who you shot?
Imma kidnap ya moms feed her with my cock
Like damn, like damn
Marky, Bobby, Tank
Niggas broke, no pay
Sippin' on drink, I can't even think
AJ crashed, couldn't fill up the tank (Damn)
I been outside, y'all lil' niggas new
Bitch I was shoppin' while y'all was in school
You only rapping 'cause you think it's cool
(?)
Bitch they know what I usually do
Smokin' on Matt, I don't fuck with no 2's
Glaah
Like I really got opps, y'all niggas be chasin' the clout
Facetimin' niggas, showin' they guns
Pop out
Lemme see what it's 'bout
Back up the V put the beam on his spine
Like damn, like damn
Mr. Everything Deady
Suck my dick
Why the fuck you be takin' my shit?
Yo bro, dump that shit
Don't stop, empty out the clip (Glaah, Glaah)
Niggas mad I be dickin' they bitch (Glaah)
Boy stop, you not a G
You ain't spin, or let it squeeze
Smokin on Lay I'm 'bout to freak