Dnd

[Intro]
Wow, for the win, that could be it
Gi-gi-girlNEXTdoor

[Chorus]
I just made a lite pack, off of pro tools
He got hit, he ain't move how he post to
We get money like Mitch, I could coach you
Sloppy throw me the neck, like she post to
It get rough, they don't know what we go through
Got this shit out the mud, how I owe you?
Bro beat the case, that's some shit we could toast to
Caught a opp, he got left with the ghost tool
Before I work me a job, I flip packs like my bro do
They want wrecks, so we lurkin' for blood
Real cold world, so my heat waist tucked
Hang out the car, an I shoot waist up
310 hit his chest, now hе lay face up
Asked bro ''How I did?'' And he said ''A plus''
Oh, hе dumb, think he uppin' on us
They should know, they gon' catch a few slugs

[Verse]
He run up and my shooters gon' dump that
He no good on my block, he can't come back
Posted right here, on this strip, where the guns at?
Niggas broke tryna diss, where they funds at?
One false move, I won't hesi' to up that
No hesitation, I'm lettin' it bang
Oh he dissin'? He just wanna name
We gon slide through and give him some fame
He cap a lot, drop his top in the rain
I lost my bro, now this shit not the same
New opp blunt, what I'm smokin' is pain
Bro tryna' spin, well I'm doing the same
GLE 63 and we switchin' through lanes
Bro caught a body and skipped a few states
Pour me a cup of the ugh and I fade
Thot eat me up and I caught it on tape
Keep a stick, it get sticky I up it and spray
Shit get risky, so I gotta pray
He don't get lucky, he dying today
He think he tough, he could die wit' his gang
It was nowhere to run, so we crashed 'em
No escaping this laser, it packed 'em
Spot 'em got 'em, I turn 'em to ashes
Ain't no hall, so no giving out passes
Just make sure when we slide, that you niggas ain't lackin'

[Chorus]
I just made a lite pack, off of pro tools
He got hit, he ain't move how he post to
We get money like Mitch, I could coach you
Sloppy throw me the neck, like she post to
It get rough, they don't know what we go through
Got this shit out the mud, how I owe you?
Bro beat the case, that's some shit we could toast to
Caught a opp, he got left with the ghost tool
Before I work me a job, I flip packs like my bro do
They want wrecks, so we lurkin' for blood
Real cold world, so my heat waist tucked
Hang out the car, an I shoot waist up
310 hit his chest, now he lay face up
Asked bro ''How I did?'' And he said ''A plus''
Oh, he dumb, think he uppin' on us
They should know, they goncatch a few slugs