Chorus:

I ain’t gotta talk a lot, cuz you know that I walk a lot,

I’m itching tryna torch the block,

Why you fuckin wit the opps, lil bitch you born a thot,

Why you think I had a baby glock, instead of school the fuck ,

Catch him by his house cus I ain’t ruining in no corner shop ,

Cut him in his mouth cuz I don’t like the way he talks to much,

Showing racks will get them cashed feel like im born to rob,

Feel like i done you wrong, then why the fuck you on my song for?

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Bridge:

I’m in Louis vuttion I’m up on the top floor, pretty bitches take pictures I gotta ignore,

If you with me you with me if not you disregarded,

Why you shooting up houses I think you missed your target,

Them bitches act like they picky but really they skatty as fuck,

How you call yourself pretty when you know that pussy is yuck,

Thats some crazy stuff, who tf you take me for,

Pop the door, jump out, then we pray to the lord,

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Chorus:

I ain’t gotta talk a lot, cuz you know that I walk a lot,

I’m itching tryna torch the block,

Why you fuckin wit the opps, lil bitch you born a thot,

Why you think I had a baby glock, instead of school the fuck ,

Catch him by his house cus I ain’t ruining in no corner shop ,

Cut him in his mouth cuz I don’t like the way he talks to much,

Showing racks will get them cashed feel like im born to rob,

Feel like i done you wrong, then why the fuck you on my song for?

Verse 1: {Kirky}

I put racks inside the church

Like god forgive me for my sinning

Playing my position

Hella ammunition

If my lil **** see him on the glide kno they gon kill him

Really took the train up O to find them kittens

I swear I could’ve broke the stove from all them kitchen whips

And I could never snake my bro that’s forbidden shit

& that boy from down the road he ain’t my opp he sang like little mix

Double barrel came in and I chopped it that’s my little twix

Showed me that Chanel bag and I coped it that’s my little bitch

Asked me if I love her and I told her just a little bit

Gave her the kowalis then I made her home this little stick

Tryna get my **** out the ends man that’s the plan

Gave a picture to a phene on durley road before the gram

And Collin gave my 6 figures still got 6 in rubber bands

I swear I babied these **** brought them round without the pram