[ Featuring Rahh3k ]
Gang, y'all know what the f*ck going on ,
Nigga , big 3
Yeah, whole lotta gang shit nigga , Yeah
Yeah, it's 7 p.m. on a Friday, it's 95 degrees
You can't post me on yo finsta lil' bitch,
You gotta keep shit P
Yeah, I'm bout' to drop this bag,
She gon' make me throw a lot of cash
How the f*ck is that yo' bitch
When she out with me, she shaking ass
Yeah, she turning up with all her friends,
Inna front seat you know I'm counting these bands
Lil bro , yeah, he gon' do the money dance,
Freak bitch, she sucking' it up with no hands
Yeah, we in the function and we off that shit,
But if bro say the word den ,
I'm tapping that switch
Yeah, I'm tapping that pin , yeah,
We spin the party till the party end
Skid up in the strike just me & my mans
Who you with lil' bitch, gotta friend for yo friend
Switching lanes on 485 inna benz
Yeah, you wanna diss , so let's get it in
Say , f*ck my cousin, n***a, f*ck my kin
In the back of the strike , yeah, I'm tryna send
Inna back of the strike , yeah im tryna ,
Flrrrd , Flrrrd
Tryna hit that switch till it click
Opp ho , yeah, she inna trap taking dick
And you know she gon' drop that lo
And that shit gettin' spin
La bray he toting FN , he say
I like this better than that mother-f*cking switch
Yeah, hop out the backseat, workin' that chop
Y'all niggas be capping on IG , this shit gotta stop
Brand new micro and this shit gotta stop
Tryna hop out, work this bitch on your block
Tryna hop out and shoot at your crew
Lil' bro , Yeah , hang out the mother-f*cking roof
Yeah, I'm so geeked up right now inna booth
Bitch, get out my face I'm not tryna be rude
Yeah, we got that drop, know we comin' through
Inna trap , I got a deuce in my sprite
Inna function, you know I got in with pipe
And , If a nigga play, it's gon' be his last night
If a nigga play, it gon be his last night
Boy, I got this gun, nigga , why would I fight
Big-ass Drac on my hip, I'ma blow that bitch ,
Bullets punch his ass like Mike
In a big-ass SRT with my young nigga Three
He gon' kill his opp on sight
Inna booth and we smoking on trees
Nigga, know, we can't see that gas,
Got me high as a kite
Gang, niggas , know not to speak on my name
Cause we pull down yo block with sticks and glocks
We gon' let that mother-f*cker hang
And you talkin' that shit, your brother dead
Then, nigga , we kill you the same
And we shooting the clip,
Niggas know we don't miss
Cause, nigga, we shooting like Dame
Or , we shootin' like Curry
I got a .30 in this bitch, boy, you know I ain't worried
Dis glock gotta piss so when i shoot,
That bitch hit inna hurry
Yeah , we bounce out wit chops ,
You know we hit ,
Boy you know you a bitch
All that f*cking talking gon get you hit
Five-Five-Six to ya lip
Gang, Yeah
It's 7 p.m. Friday, yeah, we searchin' for the opps
Ya , with la Three in this V
When we shoot, we got no stop
Gang, and we hopout tryna hit
Yeah, fully on black, go blrrrd when it hit
Lil neezy in the back, clucthing big-ass stick
Yeah , bitch nigga mad cause his bitch eat dick
Yeah, bitch nigga mad cause his bitch gettin' f*cked
Yeah, hop out the V, got my .30 tucked
Lil Three in the backseat, You know he gon clutch
With a big-ass drac , boy, you know he gon' buss
With a big-ass drac , boy, you know he gon' hit
Lil' Neo be clutching a Five-Five-Six
Run down on the opp, boy,
You know that he grits
Hop out, Flrrrd , bitch
