No Hook

[Intro]
Let's get it, let's get it
Ayy, on [?] grave, it's that
It's that gang shit
Look, ayy!

[Verse]
(Oh my God, what is this? An L beat?)
If I wanted you dead, boy, it would have been that
Heard they holdin' in that spot, we gonna run up in there
Twenty two up in that Glock, up top, got one up in that
485, add that FG that's just for that finesse
No, It's not a mystery, you kno' I brought my blick with me (For sure)
Who the fuck is these lil' niggas? Get to cut you instantly
High as fuck, I'm off the deuce, that shit starting to get to me
You don't have to boss, bitch, unless they sent for me
Say he out here, he be slidin', man, we kno' he lyin' (Hе lyin')
We cut the heads off thе snakes, boy, don't call me slime (Uh, uh)
And Sumo that's my big bro, I make that call he slide (Ayy, broski)
He don't pop out on his block no more, they thought he had
(Oh my God, what is this? An L beat?)
I'm like, lil' bro stop that, before I push your top back (Huh)
When you havin' so much paper nowhere near the opps at
You ain't callin' about no money, you shouldn't have my contact (Fuck you callin' me for, man?)
Me and who? Scatpack, we can have a contest (Skrt, skrt)
Had to tote boy, I ain't had no choice (Uh, uh)
This shit get real and deeper than Pop Smoke voice (RIP)
Got the Audi thang, brought the Rolls Royce (Skrt, let's get it)
[?] they ain't making no noise (At all)
Told L, I'ma blast the shits still hotter than [?]
My Glizzy got some breathe assistance issue when we pressin' it
Want some smoke? Then pull up, you kno' we ain't duckin' that (At all)
Take his ass right on top, put him where his brothers at
(Oh my God, what is this? An L beat?)
And I'm right on King Drive, I'm from where it's gutter at
We was out in them trenches, boy, you don't want none of that
Fuck all that talking, we [?] bussin', my niggas, we ride with they sticks
Catch us right on the strip if [?]
Fightin' anxiety, lose my mans, had to stop poppin' 'em xans (For real)
Can't trust a soul, bro, watch your mans, 'cause these niggas talkin' that jam
Fifty shot right in my clip, that bitch it gon' jam boy, we gonna scoom the city
We [?] when pop out them vans, foe nem be moving with me
Fuck all the opps, we gonna keep spinnin' in they shit, all of these niggas be put up
Shout out my plug, he keep on sendin' the shit, we got that shit on the pull up
[?] my shooters, I want his head [?] gon' shoot up
Foe nem they loading the blicks, finna go drill, I'ma fuck up the store up
Show respect up on my name, when you talk to me (When you talk to me)
Gotta tax you for a verse, lil' hoe, 'cause talk is cheap ('cause talk is cheap)
They ain't give my bro no bond, they want him off the streets (Fuck 12)
He ain't never had no job, he make that off the seed (Gang)
Just dropped some heat, I'm heatin' up, I'm back, yeah they on me
It's 2020 and I'm here for that bag and they owe me
Lotta niggas turned fu and they backdoor they homies (What?)
Yeah my flow is all new but I'm back on my old me

[Outro]
Let's get it
It's just 485 shit man, you know
2020 years up though
Dotarachi dot net
485FG, you know, gang!
Gang!