| Totin' on sally and better |
| I’m movin' hot, got the gun in the sweater |
| Pull up with Ta, leave him red on a stretcher |
| I call up Ricch he might aim at his nigga |
| Hold on, yes |
| I’m throwin' shots better go pick your head up |
| Jackin' these boys let it off with Berettas |
| Fuck all the opps, gotta get us together |
| Totin' on sally and better |
| I’m movin' hot, got the gun in the sweater |
| Pull up with Ta, leave him red on a stretcher |
| I call up Ricch he might aim at his nigga |
| Hold on, yes |
| I’m throwin' shots better go pick your head up |
| Jackin' these boys let it off with Berettas |
| Fuck all the opps, gotta get us together |
| I’m on hots nigga what’s the vibe, every nigga that say my name gon' die |
| Nigga Rocky send em' to the sky |
| Bitch like how, like what, like why |
| Off the dotty, face the shit |
| Opp bitch, milk that bitch |
| If I want it I’ll take that shit |
| Gotta value your life fore' I take that shit, bitch |
| Free Loco you know that’s the whip |
| Throwin' up 4s don’t drop my shit |
| In the heat I’m throwin' like 6 |
| If I’m runnin' em', watch em' run and they trip |
| All niggas wanna be 41K, I’m throwin' 41 shots with the stick |
| And I don’t care if I don’t got my knocker on me, Handy Manny that boy gettin' |
| fixed |
| Ballin' like Allen when I got the knocker |
| I ain’t playin' I’ll oot at your rim |
| And these opp niggas really be internet demons attached to the net like a rim |
| I’m with some ooters, they throwin' up Brim |
| Fuck your dead, yeah they restin' in piss |
| Spin through the opps, and all I see is red |
| And this 40 gon' hit him and make that boy trip |
| Totin' on sally and better |
| I’m movin' hot, got the gun in the sweater |
| Pull up with Ta, leave him red on a stretcher |
| I call up Ricch he might aim at his nigga |
| Hold on, yes |
| I’m throwin' shots better go pick your head up |
| Jackin' these boys let it off with Berettas |
| Fuck all the opps, gotta get us together |
| Totin' on sally and better |
| I’m movin' hot, got the gun in the sweater |
| Pull up with Ta, leave him red on a stretcher |
| I call up Ricch he might aim at his nigga |
| Hold on, yes |
| I’m throwin' shots better go pick your head up |
| Jackin' these boys let it off with Berettas |
| Fuck all the opps, gotta get us together |
| Grrah, they like Jenn why you movin' like that |
| Cus' I steady be ootin' the strap |
| Feel like I’m DOLO all over the map |
| Like she a baddie, she touch on my tats |
| Like a baker I’m stacking the cake |
| He movin' smelly you know imma' spray |
| He geekin' I oot it like Klay |
| Tryna get rich and theres 41 ways |
| Like I’m Melo I play for the Knicks |
| He move Wok, up it and blitz, like |
| I won’t stop til' I’m rich |
| TaTa gon' flock, he might bend through the strip |
| Like I’m bussin' the 9 on my hip |
| He runnin' Ricky got turned to a glip |
| Say I stay on they mind like a brim |
| If he talk on the net then he losin' a limb |
| On the block and I’m chillin' with rowers |
| How you say you throw shots but you don’t though |
| Off the Henny I beat it in slo-mo |
| Like, said that nigga got jumped, no pogo |
| And I said I’m up now, fuck next |
| Labels is callin', I send out the debts |
| Like I been told you niggas, I’m best of the best |
| No Lil Uzi I keep a Patek |
| Red beam, put the dot on his chest |
| And we gonna' click til' he drop |
| Feel like Drummond when I’m on the block |
| I got the drum, you get shot out your socks |
| And I won every battle I lost |
| He tryna diss, he gon' see what it cost |
| I’m tryna geek, put off the detty he throwin' like Moss |
| Ayo Sheik, we missed the V' |
| Take down gang, put the beam on his tee |
| He a fraud, not with the team |
| Like she a thot, she be moppin' the team |
| Let me see what that back do |
| Aim at his put the beam on his satchel |
| Make a movie, this gun is my actor |
| I know the role bitch, you don’t gotta act tough |
| (Where he at?) |
| He got packed up |
| Knock on my body, bitch you better back up |
| It’s a party, don’t ask me to dance |
| I can not geek with the … in my pants |
| And brodie might blitz out the van |
| Glock got a dot, like it can’t miss a man |
| (Last opp got popped like a xan) |
| (Last opp got popped like a xan) |
| Totin' on sally and better |
| I’m movin' hot, got the gun in the sweater |
| Pull up with Ta, leave him red on a stretcher |
| I call up Ricch he might aim at his nigga |
| Hold on, yes |
| I’m throwin' shots better go pick your head up |
| Jackin' these boys let it off with Berettas |
| Fuck all the opps, gotta get us together |
| Totin' on sally and better |
| I’m movin' hot, got the gun in the sweater |
| Pull up with Ta, leave him red on a stretcher |
| I call up Ricch he might aim at his nigga |
| Hold on, yes |
| I’m throwin' shots better go pick your head up |
| Jackin' these boys let it off with Berettas |
| Fuck all the opps, gotta get us together |
| (Like grrah, like grrah, like grrah, like grrah, like grrah) |