Kneel

[Intro]
—esh off the plane, nigga, I'm tryna go drill
LODB while I'm totin' a mil'
I'm with my twin—
And niggas get still
When I'm fresh off the plane, nigga, I'm tryna go drill
LODB while I'm totin' a mil'
I'm with my twin and he straight from the 'Ville
Tape on the chop when shit get real
I'm callin' them 4's and I know they for real
Bangin' that chop', nigga, I kneel
You stay in the house when it's hot in the field
(300)
3's, nigga
(This a DJ BRIEF exclusive, nigga)
3

[Verse 1]
Squ-squeezin' that bitch like a lemon
I only come outside at night, I'm a villain
We-we swoop through your hood for the village
Buddy got cooked, spinach
She likin' my posts, I'ma—
She likin' my posts, I'ma hit it

[Chorus]
Your block, hit it
Your hood, bend it
Your rip, flick it
I'm keeping that switch and I know it's a sentence
3's up, nigga
My pockets bigger
And the score, it's three-up, nigga
Ain't shootin' from deep, niggas never been hitters
New Black', GloRilla
She some fine shit, I'ma kill her
And she know I don't need her
He was catchin' that Gen and I know that he feel it

[Verse 2]
I know that she needy, I'm tryna come chill
I bend when I'm sober, I'm never off pills
Get the flash on that .40 and niggas get still
When I'm fresh off the plane, nigga, I'm tryna go drill
LODB while I'm totin' a mil'
I'm with my twin and he straight from the 'Ville
Tape on the chop' when shit get real
I'm callin' them 4's and I know they for real
Bangin' that chop', nigga, I kneel
You stay in the house when it's hot in the field
I'm real Pro's, this shit for real
He got hit, uploadin' a reel
It was me, I was bustin' that steel
It was 3, he was bustin' that shield
I was broke and I ain't have a meal
Watch how the tables turnin', how you feel? (300)
He got hit, I don't know how that feel
New Black', nigga, I kneel

[Chorus]
Your block, hit it
Your hood, bend it
Your rip, flick it
I'm keeping that switch and I know it's a sentence
3's up, nigga
My pockets bigger
And the score, it's three-up, nigga
Ain't shootin' from deep, niggas never been hitters
New Black', GloRilla
She some fine shit, I'ma—
And she know I don't need her
He was catchin' that Gen and I know that he feel it
New Black', GloRilla
And the score, it's three-up, nigga

[Outro]
(Go)
(One, two, three, four)