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[Intro]
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[Verse 1: Kyle Richh]
Glah and you can get hit, damn, show no remorse with the stick
Like, damn, told bro, he on the top
Stay true to yourself 'cause these niggas gon' watch
Big knoggy, don't do the boxin'
My bitch a baddie, she like bein' toxic
Damn, in a room full of hate and I'm boxed in
He think he let 4-1, bitch, drop him
Can't toss that knock, been popped it
Gun in my draws, it can't fit in my pocket
Can't toss that knock, been popped it
Gun in my draws, it can't fit in my pocket
He tried to swim, he got left with his noggin'
He ain't official, he hate from a distance
Like, he get hit if he slippin'
Beam on the gun, how the fuck could I miss him?

[Chorus: Jenn Carter]
Like, what? How you say you my homiе (Goddam)
Run down, dump that ooter (Goddam)
And that boy is a kid, I'm a tutor
Hit 'em in the back a hunnid timеs, no Buba
And I'm clutchin' my Ruger, look
Niggas be shootin' like Shaq on a free throw (Like, dam)
He got put in a blunt, he wanna be a shooter, (Glah-glah)
We don't speak on no, long as we know

[Verse 3: Tata]
And we steppin' on any occasion, everything deady, nigga, I'm not playin' (Glah)
I'ma go kuu like I'm Super Saiyan and I throw up the 4, niggas know that I'm dangerous
Whatever they throw up, I drop that shit, opp bitch, smack that bitch
Knocker on me, movin' like a visit, if he talkin' on the gang, Jenny, clap that bitch
Up the knocker, aim it at his mind, if I reach for my pants, on bro, I'm not bluffin'
Niggas talkin', they know nothin', if I don't got it on me, I'ma punch him
Like, captain, I'm the cruiser, like goose, got these niggas duckin'
Everything dead, when they see me, they runnin', I walk in the spot and got them bitches blushin'

[Verse 4: Jenn Carter]
Glah, said I told her to wait, no you cannot eat none the food on my plate
Said you niggas is fake, phonie, don't need a army, I spin on my doley
In the sky like a hawk, Tony, KR the G, he gon' hop out the stoley
She gon' ride it like she on a pony, niggas is dissin', but they do not know me

[Chorus: Jenn Carter]
Like, what? How you say you my homie, run down, dump that ooter (Goddam)
And that boy is a kid, I'm a tutor
Hit 'em in the back a hunnid times, no Buba
And I'm clutchin' my Ruger, look, niggas be shootin' like Shaq on a free throw
He got put in a blunt, he wanna be a shooter, (Glah-glah), we don't speak on no shit long, as we know (What?)
Like, what? How you say you my homie, run down, dump that ooter (Goddam)
And that boy is a kid, I'm a tutor
Hit 'em in the back a hunnid times, no Buba (Like, what?)
And I'm clutchin' my Ruger, look, niggas be shootin' like Shaq on a free throw (Like, damn)
He got put in a blunt, he wanna be a shooter, (Glah-glah), we don't speak on no shit, long as we know (What?)