Man, f*ck a play, let's catch a hat, ha
Sliding' round the city, tryna knock one in his fitted
Niggas, they be actin', playin' like they just be drillin
Why these niggas cappin'? Till we catch one, now it's tragic
Put him on the news for all that actin' cause he purpin
All my niggas dangerous, smokin' on that Angel Dust
Nigga play, we flame him up, nigga play, we tape him up
All my niggas dangerous, smokin' on that Angel Dust
Nigga play, we flame him up, nigga play, we tape him up
You say you f*ck with us, but what you posted
Why you ain't outside, then went ghostin' us, about a mission
Boy, don't come outside, we brought that ghost with us
You know we never trippin', don't go hide
We got clips on top of clips, this AR send that nigga high
Posted on your mama block, with this chopper on my side
OG told me not to slide, but I get critical with this iron
Any bitch that think it's that, he get hit up with the strap
Call his pussy ass Ricky, cause he hidin' in the back
Swervin' lanes, cause I cannot get a lap
All these niggas really cappin', man, these niggas mostly lack
When we really in the trenches, in the hood, we keep a pack
Niggas smokin' on the wood, I'm blowin' good, it's like a pack
All my niggas wolf pack, catch a nigga, crush, crush
Beat a nigga ass up, beat him candy, crush, crush
Nigga talkin' out his neck, till we do him dust, dust
All my niggas really spinning, nigga hit him it's a must
All my niggas really dead, or really up in the pen
My niggas never tell, most you niggas really fed
Tell him, tell on me, I swear to God, we leave that pussy dead
Red, rum, murder, murder, nigga, all I see is red
You say you f*ck with us, but what you posted
Why you ain't outside, then went ghostin' us, about a mission
Boy, don't come outside, we brought that ghost with us
You know we never trippin', don't go hide
We got clips on top of clips, this AR send that nigga high
Posted on your mama block, with this chopper on my side
OG told me not to slide, but I get critical with this iron
Any bitch that think it's that, he get hit up with the strap
Call his pussy ass Ricky, cause he hiding in the back
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Man, f*ck a play, let's catch a hat, ha
Sliding' round the city, tryna knock one in his fitted
Niggas, they be actin', playin' like they just be drillin
Why these niggas cappin'? Till we catch one, now it's tragic
Put him on the news for all that actin' cause he purpin
All my niggas dangerous, smokin' on that Angel Dust
Nigga play, we flame him up, nigga play, we tape him up
All my niggas dangerous, smokin' on that Angel Dust
Nigga play, we flame him up, nigga play, we tape him up
You say you f*ck with us, but what you posted
Why you ain't outside, then went ghostin' us, about a mission
Boy, don't come outside, we brought that ghost with us
You know we never trippin', don't go hide
We got clips on top of clips, this AR send that nigga high
Posted on your mama block, with this chopper on my side
OG told me not to slide, but I get critical with this iron
Any bitch that think it's that, he get hit up with the strap
Call his pussy ass Ricky, cause he hidin' in the back
Swervin' lanes, cause I cannot get a lap
All these niggas really cappin', man, these niggas mostly lack
When we really in the trenches, in the hood, we keep a pack
Niggas smokin' on the wood, I'm blowin' good, it's like a pack
All my niggas wolf pack, catch a nigga, crush, crush
Beat a nigga ass up, beat him candy, crush, crush
Nigga talkin' out his neck, till we do him dust, dust
All my niggas really spinning, nigga hit him it's a must
All my niggas really dead, or really up in the pen
My niggas never tell, most you niggas really fed
Tell him, tell on me, I swear to God, we leave that pussy dead
Red, rum, murder, murder, nigga, all I see is red
You say you f*ck with us, but what you posted
Why you ain't outside, then went ghostin' us, about a mission
Boy, don't come outside, we brought that ghost with us
You know we never trippin', don't go hide
We got clips on top of clips, this AR send that nigga high
Posted on your mama block, with this chopper on my side
OG told me not to slide, but I get critical with this iron
Any bitch that think it's that, he get hit up with the strap
Call his pussy ass Ricky, cause he hiding in the back
Sliding' round the city, tryna knock one in his fitted
Niggas, they be actin', playin' like they just be drillin
Why these niggas cappin'? Till we catch one, now it's tragic
Put him on the news for all that actin' cause he purpin
All my niggas dangerous, smokin' on that Angel Dust
Nigga play, we flame him up, nigga play, we tape him up
All my niggas dangerous, smokin' on that Angel Dust
Nigga play, we flame him up, nigga play, we tape him up
You say you f*ck with us, but what you posted
Why you ain't outside, then went ghostin' us, about a mission
Boy, don't come outside, we brought that ghost with us
You know we never trippin', don't go hide
We got clips on top of clips, this AR send that nigga high
Posted on your mama block, with this chopper on my side
OG told me not to slide, but I get critical with this iron
Any bitch that think it's that, he get hit up with the strap
Call his pussy ass Ricky, cause he hidin' in the back
Swervin' lanes, cause I cannot get a lap
All these niggas really cappin', man, these niggas mostly lack
When we really in the trenches, in the hood, we keep a pack
Niggas smokin' on the wood, I'm blowin' good, it's like a pack
All my niggas wolf pack, catch a nigga, crush, crush
Beat a nigga ass up, beat him candy, crush, crush
Nigga talkin' out his neck, till we do him dust, dust
All my niggas really spinning, nigga hit him it's a must
All my niggas really dead, or really up in the pen
My niggas never tell, most you niggas really fed
Tell him, tell on me, I swear to God, we leave that pussy dead
Red, rum, murder, murder, nigga, all I see is red
You say you f*ck with us, but what you posted
Why you ain't outside, then went ghostin' us, about a mission
Boy, don't come outside, we brought that ghost with us
You know we never trippin', don't go hide
We got clips on top of clips, this AR send that nigga high
Posted on your mama block, with this chopper on my side
OG told me not to slide, but I get critical with this iron
Any bitch that think it's that, he get hit up with the strap
Call his pussy ass Ricky, cause he hiding in the back
Writer: Israel Olanrewaju, Deshaun Adkins
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Performed By: Izzybrixk
Language: English
Length: 3:07
Written by: Israel Olanrewaju, Deshaun Adkins