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[Intro]
Every fuckin' track, nigga (Oi Bullo)
Bow-bow-bow, nigga (Like)
Every fuckin’ track, you heard
It's that DudeyLo nigga (Shot after fuckin' shot, nigga)
(Yozora) Bow-bow-bow, nigga (Where you goin’? Where you goin'?)
(Like) C'mere (Like)
(Ayy yo, Deli, remember that day on the east?) Bow, bow, bow-bow-bow, nigga
Ahh, ahh, ahh-ahh-ahh, nigga (Bow, bow, bow-bow-bow)
(Like, what?) Like (Like) Where the fuck is he goin'? (Don't let 'em run)
(Like) Bow-bow-bow, nigga (Can't run from my whip, like)
C'mere, like, bow-bow-bow (Oh my—)
Like, oh my god

[Chorus]
They keep screamin’ "150" to time
1:50 the time we gon’ slide
I want them to see who behind the disguise
Like, we gon' show them who really on hots
We up on a TP, mention Notti, he must want a FiGi
Spin the 10 and we lookin’ for Wiki
He really my son, yeah that boy wanna be me
(Ahh, Ahh, Ahh) and Lotti a bitch, need to stop all the lies
40 Kal in the pack of Gelat'
And now we on Marshall, go get back for your guys, like
Stop puttin' my deads in your rhymes
I can talk 'bout what happened
I can’t talk 'bout the shit we don' did
Like, fuck Nazzy, they took off his wig
Like, fuck shh, niggas took out his ribs (Nazz-)

[Verse 1]
See me? Now you don't
L-l-like I'mma flock, I don't care if I'm wrong (At All)
Like, we was punchin' and breakin' his bones
Like, I'm in jail, I can't answer my phone
I was outside in the O, like I'm Grandson
Tell Ek to stop havin' them tantrums
I be pourin' like 6 in my Fanta
He not tough, nigga, where is his manners?
And we on they block and now we playin' manhunt
Like, we tryna make us a banner
Open case, ain't no lookin' at cameras
F-F-Free Banga, gon' bang out the slammer
(New Opp) Smokin' on DooWop
I had came home, had the Glock in my shoebox
Bros at the door, niggas movin like Tupac
Mixin' Gatti with Key and the Guwap

[Chorus]
They keep screamin' "150" to time
1:50 the time we gon' slide
I want them to see who behind the disguise
Like, we gon' show them who really on hots
We up on a TP, mention Notti, he must want a FiGi
Spin the 10 and we lookin' for Wiki
He really my son, yeah that boy wanna be me
(Ahh, Ahh, Ahh) and Lotti a bitch, need to stop all the lies
40 Kal in the pack of Gelat'
And now we on Marshall, go get back for your guys, like
Stop puttin' my deads in your rhymes
I can talk 'bout what happened
I can't talk 'bout the shit we don' did
Like, fuck Nazzy, they took off his wig
Like, fuck shh, niggas took out his ribs

[Verse 2]
Ayo Deli, remember that day on the East?
With this knock in my hand, I'mma leak
He thought he could run, had to throw in the street
(Ahh) That's the sound that you hear when he screamed
That nigga lucky I had have a beam
Word to bro, I was dead off a bean
Watch how I throw like-- and he lean
I only see bro like-- in my dreams
Deez on our dick but we way too tactic
.40 on me, he flick like a Magic
On your drill, you was holdin' a ratchet
On that drill, I was doin' the clappin'
(Rippy) He got ripped like a napkin
Word to bro, Set Da Trend is the fastest
And he act like that shit never happened
Need to be on some go and get back shit

[Outro]
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