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Ayy, yeah

J's

(True Boy made this shit, bitch)

I'm that **** gettin' flies slaughtered

Ayy, 2-1

Ayy

I'm that **** gettin' flies slaughtered, bendin' blocks with my fly swatter

Janky with the hoes, I took her cho then took a flight on her

This bitch come up a dollar short, I'm takin' flight on her

Them Carti' things cool, but fuck that, I want a Sky-Dweller

A 5 stretcher, they just freed my brother Sleazy B

Me, Play, and Lil Lee, let's have a three-on-three

Fuck cuz, don't throw up EBK if you ain't drowned a 3

I told the plug don't skim me on my zip and get down for some weed

For real, a real shooter, I don't give no passes

Your baby daddy really pussy, why you think he active?

Fuck cuz, but, ooh, it sit me down when I roll up Quaccey

Ayy, but that new pack make me behave different

Threw up the hood on the judge, bitch, I'm a gang member

Don't go down and incriminate yourself and make your case bigger

Promethazine with no codeine, oh, you a fake sipper?

My lil' **** spanked a top hat, they got cuz gone

Slapped the bitch for lookin' sad, what the fuck's wrong?

He couldn't run from that face shot, he should've ducked low

Don't fuck with **** from the Tribe and it's fuck 4s

I'm through the— shh, slappin' suckers on some opp shit

Spint off on my North ho, I need a Mob bitch

Kick off a shootout in this bitch with all these chopsticks, ayy

I knew that he ain't on the hype we on, I made him drop clip

The opps sick, he posted up and he got popped quick

Get socked, bitch, Bautista bomb, I am not shit

Couldn't bring no poles in the show, I got my Glock in

Ain't dropped a thirty that I had, at least I dropped ten

Don't compare me to your last dude, I'm not him, 2-1

She gave the drop, I sent bro like that's a piece of cake (Ayy, lil' bro)

The boys always on a **** dick tryna investigate

Me and bro move at different times, but we step the same

Call me Lil Juvie With The Tool 'cause that's my second name (Ayy, that's my second one)

**** add a switch on every tool, think we playin' games (Just like the later one)

Heard about that tip y'all gave the boys, these **** sayin' names (They out here sayin' 'em)

We the ones that broke all the rules, you gotta make a name (We broke 'em up, man)

****, ayy, that mean you gotta step (Ayy)

I'ma put my life behind the tool until it's nothin' left (That's on God)

I did some hot shit for lil' bro, so now he feelin' debt (I swear to God)

Ayy, but he don't owe me nothin'

Ayy, lil' ****, just keep steppin' for the gang, **** (I swear to God)

Just us in the field, foot mission, still steppin' through

Smokin' on your homie, if you was there, we would've stretched you too

See you on the 'Gram showin' that pole that you ain't gon' never shoot

Bouncin' out the load four deep followed by a coupe

Hotboiiz poppin' out, we shut it down like came with Juvie Ju

Never too 'nough, so when I slide, I'm tryna score in twos

You the type to have your homie do shit that you never do

Ain't never aimin' for no leg shot, I'm tryna hit his roof

Bounce out, pole on me, you know the rest, though

Me and Boy used to be hella close, I'm tryna stretch bro

Dae Dae too, free the Mob so I could stretch folk

Ayy, keep it in the family

Don't walk up on me movin' weird, bitch, I got hemi

Get real aggressive, shit ain't sweet, bitch, ain't shit candy

If the bitch in the pan, I'ma hit granny

Ain't really tryna kill that boy, I heard you shit-bagged him (3s)

(True Boy made this shit, bitch)