Hit a button, Morty, give me a beat
Yeah (Okay, okay, alright, um, fine)
Huh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, ayy, bitch, nigga
Gang shit
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
We ain't talkin' on no phones, bitch
We pull up, we gon' murk some shit
When that chopper hit a nigga, it's gon' flip him like a burger bitch
He claim that he killin', pussy nigga never hurt a man
And I ain't fuckin' with these hoes '
Cause they stay up on some worship shit
Do a drive-by in a coupe, when I see him, I'ma shoot
This a stick-up, pussy nigga, rob his pockets, take the loot
Bitch, I ran off on the plug, bitch, I'm loaded, movin' drugs
Nigga tried to rob me, so you know he caught a slug
I told my mama not to worry 'cause she know she raised a thug
Bitch, I ain't got no fuckin' heart, I can't show no love
I got that chopper on my right, but that Glock is on my left
I bend the hundreds when I see him, I'ma cook him like a chef
Free Hot, you know that he groovy
AK's don't fuck with Uzis
Denzel, we shootin' movies
Stripper bitches fuckin' on me in jacuzzi
I fuck her once, I can't wife her
Put a scope up on my chopper, call that a sniper
If it's beef, I'm pullin' up just like a diaper
Ayy, it's fight night, it's fight night
He keep his pussy tight nice
He knock it out, go night-night
So these bitches, they don't lie, lie
It's fight night, it's fight night
He keep his pussy tight nice
He knock it out, go night-night
So these bitches, they don't lie, lie
Pull up on that bitch, was talkin' shit, so I'ma wife her
I walk up in this bitch, don't give no fuck, I'm bound to fight her
If you want them problems, then come get it, it's a fight fair
I'll beat your ass, you tweakin', but
These bitches, they don't fight fair
I knocked her out her Gucci socks, I flooded my wrist, that 'Rari part
I made some thousands off some lackin'
Bitch, you talkin', you ain't up to par
Lil' bitch, I'm a superstar, don't hit my line, don't be for her
Why these hoes be actin' salty? Why these niggas steady stallin'?
Ayy, we gon' catch him, do him dirty
Bad lil' bitch, but she a felon
Cha Cha hit him with a hundred, send his mama a Christmas present
Bitch can't run up on me, we tote all illegal weapons
Glocks, TEC's, and Rugers, left that pussy nigga where he steppin'
Ayy, it's fight night, it's fight night
He keep his pussy tight nice
He knock it out, go night-night
So these bitches, they don't lie, lie
It's fight night, it's fight night
He keep his pussy tight nice
He knock it out, go night-night
So these bitches, they don't lie, lie
There she at (Where, where, where)
There she go (There she go, go, go)
Where she at (Where, where, where)
There she go (Go, go, go)
Where she at (Where, where, where)
There she go (Go, go, go)
Eeny, miny, catch a ho by her toe
On gang
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