[Hook] 09, we tote; my niggas ain't no joke And we keep them blows, so please don't get smoked Fuck around with them fuck-arounds, and you fuck around and get smoked Fuck around with them fuck-arounds, and you fuck around and get smoked
[Verse 1] I'm rollin', all my niggas rollin' .30 clip and them hollow tips have his ass sitting in Roseland Rollin' off a pill , pussies better chill My niggas in the field; you might get killed Pancake-ass nigga, I keep that shit real .40 hit his face, BBQ his ass like a grill Y'all niggas ain't real, lame niggas get killed I'm here for real; I'm doing this for real I'm finna get on, finna do another song Bitch calling my phone, leave me alone I'm trying to bone, then pass it to lil bro Then leave that bitch, tell that ho, "So long." Different colored shirts, rolling up that purp Leaning off that hurt, so please don't get murked Girls lifting they shirts, Gucci Truey shirts Polo wear and crop shirts, my bitch shit twerk
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Corlay RIP him, Darnell RIP him If you disrespect them, then you gone meet them My niggas rollin', four-seater; that bitch going, she a eater She was a good girl, I turned her to a eater Hit squad move up band, yea nigga want free bands .30 clip and them hollow tips make him do the running man Glock 40 I'm thumpin man, I'm rolling with my hitters I'll send my hitters out to go get you Hella band, hella band, hit the club throwing hella bands Heavy load, throwing hella band, in the club doing the money dance Hella band, hella band, hit the club throwing hella band Heavy load, throwing hella band, in the club doing the money dance Niggas talking shit in the club, he better watch his self Melly got the .30 on his hip, he gone need some help I'm a gangster, nigga, and I could do this shit my fucking self Pistol to his melon; it ain't gone be nothing left