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[Intro: LilSkinoo2x]
Ayy
(Steve, sit down)
Uh, yeah, uh
Uh-uh

[Verse 1: LilSkinoo2x]
Seen a Chaser, he got back
Niggas sad, not bodies
Mix some nine, niggas plat
He really feel some hot shit but the [?] wasn't ready
CCK will dunk your taco, you don't wanna be like Fetti
Leave your shit right at the pump
We catch you lackin' at that Getty
Celebration for the dead, must clap it up, the switch steady
Wish I could but this here, bro, it's some ZaZa mixed with BK
I don't wanna burn the pack so I smoke him every three days
Lil' bro spin my Glick with GP, he trust his hand, I know he sturdy
Fucked that bitch just 'cause I rap
I spit some hot shit now she flirtin'
Niggas keep on sayin' bro so I smoke Fetti in my verse
BK tried to start the car, it couldn't fit, it wasn't working
We cooked Lil Baz at the stop
Swear that he got did the worst way
How the fuck the nigga died a day before his birthday?
Why the fuck was Baz kept [?] in the first place?
Sold three pieces of Kye first day out, this my first play
How we bend the bottom? Couple of Glocks, only one Drac'
Spin on every block inside the trunk, all in one day
Nigga tried to run and then got put on the front page
Put up, let my gun out, treat the 9th like a gun range

[Verse 2: Lil Buckss]
Go, we caught him walkin' in them boots
Like, where the fuck you tryna go?
We hit niggas in their head, go ask them about Lil Lo
I just fucked on this opp bitch and made that bitch walk home
I just might take a piss on Hoodie Man headstone
Front line for what? We turn that ass to Runtz
I be feelin' like Lil Sko when the switchy buss
I don't remember what that nigga caught, I think, like, fifty plus
And my Gen-5 go from a semi to a fully
I don't bring D1 around niggas, he a bully
Nigga diss the gang, I'ma laugh when they cook him
Heard we was a vet, he got cooked by a rookie
They know I gotta bring them pistols in if they book me
It's crazy how Lo movie ended with a stroller
It's crazy how that beam turned BK into a doja
The guys just called me with the drop, I told 'em hold it
We get on them drops, nigga, we don't postpone 'em

[Verse 3: Saany Goon]
Man to man in combat, get up close to your opponent
Box him in then click the button, got him fried for all that trollin'
Nigga breathin' in and out, grabbed his chest, he bet' hold it
When Lil Fetti [?], drop a four inside my soda
He ain't diss, feet not on land, we gotta catch him while he rollin'
Fuck a opp bitch for the drop and get the bag
That's what I told her
A lot of Glocks and fully mags, a one for two tryna look for Yola
Caught Lil Baazy at that stop and put his face right on a poster