Lalala

[Intro]
Yuki Production
Yeah, yeah, aye, aye

[Verse]
Yeah, chillin' with the bands, going up
Aye, big chop hit a nigga in the gut
Damn, really I ain't never gave a fuck
Aye, dead end, caught a nigga in the cut
Sendin' shots to your belly and your head, don't duck
Shawty be askin' me what I give, no fucks
Run out of gas, we finna get more runts
See your bitch wanna smash, she all on my pants
Hold up
Like, hold up, like, hold up
Spin on yo' block, night and day doin donuts
Funny how she gon' text me when I glow up
Drugs in my system make a nigga throw up
Um, okay
Pussy boy, stop the hating you don't know us
Said you got sticks, well pull it out and show us
[?] in the woods, we matching with like four blunts
Yeah, each, nigga
You a pussy boy, go drink some blеach, nigga
Fiending to send in the bеats, nigga
My bitch from the A with a peach, nigga
I beat niggas
Matter fact, sleep niggas
The guns talk, I bet my Chopper speak, nigga
To his face, I'll never be a sneak-disser
And I know that not one of you shootin' me

[Verse 2]
I don't like fucking my bitches alone
So we schedule a meeting together like Google Meet
If you keep texting and spamming my phone for a feature
I promise you, bro I won't do the feat
I'm the type nigga to kill you then spit on your ma
While she preaching a part of your [?]
My niggas really be with it, we don't do the games
And we sure as hell don't do the foolery
Don't do the games
Man, I thought that was obvious, fuck do I look like a Ps5?
Run up on me, why the fuck would you even try?
24/7, we stay up on demon time
Her face the only location my semen lie