Ooo

[Intro]
(Make Believe)
(Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat)

[Verse 1: FTOS Twan]
You hear me on this type of shit, you gotta know I'm finna trip
They like, "Ooh, you need to calm the fuck down, boy, you a trip"
Boy, I'll still spray the car, I catch you ridin' in a Lyft
I got this bitch doin' dicks in the crib off a fifth
Still out here, I'm still ridin' through the 6
Pull up to an opp nigga block and take a pic
Y'all out here slidin' with a rat, you threw them shots, still missed
Y'all niggas thought y'all felt somethin', well, y'all finna feel this
Shotgun to his body, bitch, you gon' feel rip
Left his ass in the grass, he couldn't even jump a fence
Black on black whips, you can't even see us through the 10
I got your bitch in the whip and you can't see her through the tint

[Verse 2: Tee Racks]
My bitch said "Ooh," 'cause she goin' on a trip
We'll drown him in a pool and put his homie in a ditch
I got your bitch in thе kitchen, but she ain't makin' grits
Shot at me and thеn you missed, that's how niggas make the list
By the opps' block posted with my Glock takin' pics
He wasn't on a bumpy road, but we shake a nigga's rims
He got the Wock', gettin' high, I'm finna take this nigga sip
Killed too many niggas, think I'm finna break the stick
Finna beat her doonies down, finna break this bitch hips
She left some 'za in her crib, finna take this bitch zip
I got a skinny lil' petite bitch takin' big dick
He keep on flexin' with his heat, I'm finna take it off his hip

[Verse 3: GrindHard E]
I know the bitch can suck dick, I can tell, she got a lisp
I got some young, wild niggas, I'm 'bout to send 'em on a lick
If you see 'em masked up in all black, they on a hit
I had to call 'em to tell 'em when they get done, burn the whip
Shot the .357 and went and damn near broke my wrist
Open up the fronto, break down the weed, I done damn near rolled a zip
A nigga bitch DMed me, I done damn near stole his bitch
Tryna weigh too much weed on the scale, I done damn near broke the bench

[Verse 4: GrindHard Caine]
Okay, alright, let me try my luck
Bitch nigga beat me to the punch and still got plucked
I'ma beat his ass to the crib and— ahh
I'ma beat a nigga to the crib and surround the truck
I can't wait to see the face he make when he froze and stuck
The Mossberg look like a hockey stick, but it shoot out pucks
I'm the white man, when I go and hunt, I'm lookin' for young bucks
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He with a lightskin and she drivin' the whip, I still popped him up

[Verse 5: FTOS Twan]
Ooh, man, I'm high as fuck
Catch an opp out broad day and I'ma fry him up
Boy, you ain't Luke Cake, I'ma send your bitch ass up
I'm tired of niggas talkin' hard like these niggas can't get touched
Homicides all around the city, they tryna blame us
You deep in? That shit that you sayin', that don't faze us
Okay, I'll come and chase your ass down and get your fame up
Two to the chest, one to the hand, now he can't tuck
Homicide, we the Taliban, come and shake somethin'
I'm a motherfuckin' madman, I'll pop out and then face up
You see that AR sittin' over there? Yeah, that's Drac' cousin
Hop out the cut and got to blowin', he ain't seein' cousin
If a nigga pull up and get to shootin', you won't see me runnin'
He brought that Draco, make you get low, you know you see him tuckin'
I'm tired of niggas talkin' hard on the 'net, but they ain't doin' nothin
I'm on my way, like a cameraman, pull up shootin' somethin'
Bitch, you better get up out my way if I put it on you
I always keep a heat on me, ain't gotta ask for nothin'
Talkin' hard in these streets, I see you out and you ain't packin' nothin'