(TikTok Lawyered)

(Jellyy on that)

When you come to my block, like, like

Make sure you bein' strategic

Bro, pass me the chop, like, why?

Don't ask me shit, 'cause I need it

I just spanked one case, now I caught a new one

I feel like the cops are just mad that I beat it

I just lost one chop, then I got a new Glock

FaceTime with the opps, I can't wait 'til y'all see it

Better use, **** put shit in the junction

Chase down, beat you to death if my gun jam

Bro tryna clear the whole block 'cause he bustin'

And this G in my hand, it took time with adjustin'

Like, pop, spliff punchin'

Face off session, not passin' no blunts

Opp thot bitch wanna eat it and munch it

She tryna do the caressin' and thrustin'

Like, listen closely, I still throw shots on them **** that know me

Please don't troll me, bullets is comin' through fast

When it hits you, you dyin' all slowly

Like, shots flamin', toasty, uh

Came in the crib with my ghosty, Casper

Blast him, send him to Holy

I really love doin' all hits when I'm doley

Like, I know y'all still mad 'bout the hat

We just gave y'all a **** to match on the shirt with

I had my face out, blitz up, chase down

The bros right there when I did my lil' first hit

It was me and my dilgible when I'm not feelin' her

32 spinner, the G you get hurt with

It's no Call Of Duty, no action movie

I promise you'll die and it's no rebirthin'

(M Row, goin' with 9)

Why the fuck you not mindin' your business?

Ex just ratted, why is you chattin'?

How the fuck you say free him and he was a witness?

Word to bro, you is dirty, face all bumpy

If a 100K nothin', then go to the dentist

Please do not listen to 5ive, got his man that zaza

He smokin' with him when we spinnin'

Now let's talk about KC, RG, Ted

What happened, y'all finally saw M Row the reaper?

Everyone in the stu' ain't know it get deeper than rap

We the first one to send up a Sweeper

Relly sister was cryin' for help, like, like

She ain't know what to do with us either

I was just tryna get in the booth when y'all diss me, cannot get a feature

48, spin with the Glock with the 38

It's 1:28, tryna hit him with eighteen

I could still make drill shit, sad shit, kill shit

I still get views on my music that's mainstream

Mama love, hate the way that I live, they not takin' your kid, I got G every day for my safety

If shit go left, 80K for my lawyer, I'll take it to trial if the judge tryna slay me