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[Intro]

Huh, haha

Get in, Get in, Get in, Get in

Go, go, go
Go, go, go, go
Go, go, go, go

[Verse 1]
Push up, nigga slide with me I might put you on
I cannot hang ‘round none of these niggas y'all niggas gon’ scare the hoes
Tired of niggas, like
Ball on niggas, like
Punch on niggas, like
Boss on niggas, like huh yea’
Laugh at these niggas, like
Most of these niggas ok yea’
Most of these niggas ok yea’
Most of these niggas ok yea’

[Verse 2]
Like why he bitchin’, bout a bitch that Im not worried bout
Get that nigga out my face, or he can die up in this bitch yea’
I keep that .9 up on my hip yea’
I don’t know where Im goin’ bitch, I hope I see you there
Trap up in the mornin’, bitch its smoke up in the air
Tell them niggas, “Not going, bitch not going for none of that”
Choppa’ hit his neck
I know that bitch, she want my soul, but she can't have it
I bet’ not get caught with that pole, while i’m in traffic
My bro Hardly just copped some golds, its finna get active
My twin Hardly just copped some golds, its finna get active

[Verse 3]
I know yo’ bitch see my shit pop up on Instagram
When they play my shit they be like, “Damn I hate those kids”
Push up on that nigga like a walkin’ ATM
If yo’ bitch sing my shit, then you already know what it is
Already know what it is
Bitch, I don’t know what’s the deal
I cannot say the same shit I just said, a million times
I cannot hang around these niggas they gon’ kill the vibe
Like why you bitchin’ bout a bitch that Im not worried bout

Laugh at these niggas like, ha ha
Ahh

[Refrain]
Tired of niggas, like
Ball on niggas, like
Punch on niggas, like
Boss on niggas, like huh yea’
Laugh at these niggas, like
Most of these niggas ok yea’
Most of these niggas ok yea’
Most of these niggas ok yea’

Fuck ya’ side!
What the fuck?

[Verse 5]
Like did I mention, I don’t like nobody around me, but for you girl I might let you in
So tell them niggas, get from round you, girl Im crazy I might tweak out and just get em killed
Can't go outside, Im ? bandit, Im ? bandit
She wan’ slide she gettin active, she taste fantastic
She ?
Turn hand to ashes, turn hand to ashes

[Verse 6]
My treesh say, “Sometimes boy its mainly hard to trust you
‘Cause you only hang around bitches thats tryna’ fuck you”
“Come on baby, why you act like this, is this what we’ve come to? yea’
Get in, get in, get in

[Verse 7]
These niggas tryna’ disrespect, I push up on that bitch and watch his head crack
That bitch a sped pack, my shooter in the whip like “Are we there yet?”
I thought you said that
Im talking bout Imma land at
Where imma land at

[Verse 8]
Im out my body, I can't stand it, these bitches landed
You better not try it, I can't manage
Bitch, I can't manage
Im out my mind, Im feelin’ manic
Im feelin’ manic
Im out my body, bitch Im crashin
Lean got me crashin, this ho she crashin

Girl just come with me, we can go to space yea’
Girl just come with me, we can go to space yea’
Girl just come with me, we can go to space yea’
Girl just come with me, we can go to space yea’

That’s it?
Oh shit