I do her, see, see, see, see, twenty-six
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Nigga, I'm with my twins, you know them pits, down the bite, son
Beat a nigga up by this air like Mike Tyson
Run, run, on probation, nigga, with no license
And I'm with the mob, nigga, we don't do no fighting
Nigga, I'm with my twins, you know them pits, don't be on a plane, *
And that nigga sweet, he born pussy, get him pancake
And I lost some Z's, but slimmed some Z's so I could balance it
And I know some V's that I grew up with, but I'm some crashin' *
You ain't never runnin' to no zombie in no pit, huh?
Nigga think he Bundy, bet this sweaty make him sit up
I just slimmed three Z's, I threw some rhymes, I threw some pickup
I ain't squashin' *, I don't give a * about your blip, bruh
Thousand dollar cup, rollin' 60, I'm more passed out
Free my nigga Von, fresh out, fam crashed out
I was locked out, the hood makin' jokes, how I laugh now
Same niggas that was laughin' at me, nigga, watch me pass by
Run your mouth to them other niggas, buy a business, get you ass sty
I was thinkin' bout some plans to Jouer, I gotta execute it
And I got my Zoot on me, I don't need another nigga to shoot it
If I got that pack on me, I don't need another nigga to boom it
Nigga, I'm with my twins, you know them pits down the bike, son
Beat a nigga up by this ear like Mike Tyson
Rhyme, rhyme, I'm probation, nigga, with no license
And I'm with the mob, nigga, we don't do no fightin'
Nigga, I'm with my twins, you know them pits, don't be on a plan, son
And that nigga sweet, he born pussy, get him pancake
And I lost some Z's, but slung some Z's so I could balance it
And I know some V's that I grew up with, but I don't some crashin' *
Drops on me with a big Glock that's on traffic
Big Cuban link, diamonds on me, they from Africa
Boy, stay out that way, you in here, my niggas whackin' *
Tape on your fuckin' cleats, my niggas splackin' *
I be with my Z, he told me, get that bag, keep stackin' it
Niggas hate me, bitches love me, boy, that's just that rapper *
All these fuckin' hunters don't know what to do, don't know how to manage it
Like a choir singer, we quick to clap a bitch
Catch that pussy lackin', they know what time we on
Nigga, you can't go to war unless your money long
You know I'm gon' tweet, bitch, I spaz on every song
I the T, I'm tryna rip, man, get that money gone
Nigga, I'm with my twins, you know them pits, don't bite, son
Beat a nigga up by this ear like Mike Tyson
Riding around on probation, nigga, with no license
And I'm with the mob, nigga, we don't do no fightin'
Nigga, I'm with my twins, you know them pits, don't be on a plan
And that nigga sweet, he born pussy, get him pancake
And I lost some Z's, but slung some Z's so I can balance it
And I know some V's that I grew up with, but I want some crash and *
Recorder that bitch so you know it's him
Recorder that bitch so you know it's him
Recorder that bitch so you know it's him