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[Intro]
When y'all say I stopped here
(Boy-)
Watch this again, hol' on-

[Chorus: wildkarduno]
Knock his head off, he do all that cappin' (Pussy ahh niggas)
I told that bitch, "I want gun attachments"
Not living like that, that nigga rappin'
Pop out the cut and the pistols clappin'
Bag on his head, since he think he trappin'
Bread on his head, ain't no hand dappin'

[Verse 1: wildkarduno]
Call Smoke, pop out at the A, nigga (Straight like that, nigga)
Two Glocks, it's night and day, nigga
Young nigga, I feel like Trey, nigga
Bands on me, I feel like Ray, nigga
Too many TEC's hangin' out the car
If you play wit' the gang, you get smoked, cigar (Gang)
Try to run off, you ain't goin' far (Okay, I got the video, I got the video)
Pound on me, I'on serve out the jar (On gang)
Yeah, it's bread on his head, we gon' get 'em
He a Monkey, nigga, we gon' split him
You better hope .223 bullets gon' hit you
And we pop out the cut and we gonna get wit' you
And my gang goin' up, nigga, just gettin' richer
My white plug down the street, man, he call me a n*****
You a cap ahh nigga, he ain't pull no trigger (Gang)

[Chorus: wildkarduno]
Knock his head off, he do all that cappin'
I told that bitch, "I want gun attachments"
Not living like that, that nigga rappin'
Pop out the cut and the pistols clappin'
Bag on his head, since he think he trappin'
Bread on his head, ain't no hand dappin'

[Verse 2: ohsxnta]
Aye, ain't no head dappin'
He don't get no play, he fappin' (Aye)
Police askin' questions
My niggas don't know what happened (Yeah, yeah)
I got hella racks (Aye, aye), so she want me back (Aye)
I got hella mag's, pull up, you get wacked
I can't fuck wit' bro, that's a no no
That boy go to Saks, he a hobo

[Verse 3: 1oneam]
I'ma spend a rack on this denim
He want some smoke, finna catch him
Go-Goin' too fast, can't catch him
Hit a jugg, boy, you let him
High as fuck, yeah, I'm too gone
T-Took off and I spread 'em
I'm in Saks, no coupon
Bad bitch for the group (Yeah)
Spend a rack on the shoes
Pop in, take the loot
We put that boy on the news (Yeah)
We put that boy on the shirt (Hm)
I'm in the A wit' the guys
Talk down, you gon' get murked

[Verse 4: Marrgielaa]
I hop out the whip, I'ma shoot
Bitch ass nigga, I know he a fruit
I'm in the field, can't recruit (Pussy ahh niggas)
I hop out the whip, I hop out the coupe
I'm outside, got the stick
I wear the Gucci, I don't wear the Rick
I'm off the lean and that's it
Bitch ahh nigga, ain't go hit no lick (Straight like that, nigga)
I see twelve, then I'm runnin' quick
I hop out the whip, "What the fuck is this?"
I get the money, I am not no bitch
I got the racks on me, I am rich
I'm finna blow up, nigga, just like Ukraine
I popped a Perc', then I go insane
Bro got killed, bitch, you not the same

[Outro]
Okay, I got the video, I got the video