歌词
Ayy
I don't need you in here
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Mama say, "Don't go around that way," them **** Iffy
I can get ya Sitchy with this Glizzy if you fishy
Told my Plug, "Ditch it," like Magician, it go missing
My shooters go rambunctious with them killings and get busy, hey
Put a fuckin' hit on your shoulder, it's a load up
Drop some Ben G's on ya, have ya Homie get up on ya
I sold so many P's that dead opps my aroma
Make your daughter trap for Mi 'cause she want that Fendi on her
I'ma bang my Side 'til the death of me
'Til I rest-in-peace, 4-and-'nem rep the rest of me
Watch them **** 'round the corner, down the block, and up the street
Better keep a blick or ya ass get sent to Leak's
I got gas, but I'm on "E"
Fuck-a-fee, turn this bitch to 'out West'
I got D, what ya need? Hey, hey
Bad bitch, she bougie, brought the ratchet out her
That bitch sucked me back to sleep, it's somethin' nasty 'bout her
I be -styling, I ain't got no stylist
Twenty pounds, another Knowledge
Hit me on "It," it be wildin'
Anything get behind it
And my bitch don't get a Bag, she got all-mad
Told that bitch I want a Bagg, but it's all-Cash, ayy
Mama say, "Don't go around that way," them **** Iffy
I can get ya Sitchy with this Glizzy if you fishy
Told my Plug, "Ditch it," like Magician, it go missing
My shooters go rambunctious with them killings and get busy, hey
Put a fuckin' hit on your shoulder, it's a load up
Drop some Ben G's on ya, have ya Homie get up on ya
I sold so many P's that dead opps my aroma
Make your daughter trap for Mi 'cause she want that Fendi on her
I pull up drippin' on their ass
Pockets Crippin' on their ass
No, I'm not listenin' to their ass
I don't give no fuck who with his ass
Squeeze that bitch 'til it start clicking on his ass
Guns rippin', bullets flippin' on his ass
Yeah, the State wanted me to be a felon
Fuck the opps 'cause them **** tellin'
Jumpin' out his Body, broski pop his melon
****, that's that LA pack what you smellin'
I been with the older **** since I was 11
12, 13—dope, I was sellin’
Got bumped for a .357
Said, "Fuck school," so I started failing (Gang)
Mama say, "Don't go around that way," them **** Iffy
I can get ya Sitchy with this Glizzy if you fishy
Told my Plug, "Ditch it," like Magician, it go missing
My shooters go rambunctious with them killings and get busy, hey
Put a fuckin' hit on your shoulder, it's a load up
Drop some Ben G's on ya, have ya Homie get up on ya
I sold so many P's that dead opps my aroma
Make your daughter trap for Mi 'cause she want that Fendi on her
Written by: Young
