(Damn, Nicknme, this the one)
Frrt, frrt, frrt, frrt, he scared of these fullies
Frrt, frrt, frrt, frrt, he duckin'
Frrt, frrt, frrt, frrt, that nigga scared of these fullies
Frrt, frrt, frrt, frrt, that nigga duckin'
Trackhawk G squawk to the ground, widebody truck, I come through road runnin'
We can't dap you up, you not my kind, boy, I don't even know a hundred
All they build me a big Fred, just throw Givenchy clothes on it
And she can't take the dick, turn her up a notch, I put the Rolls on it
Amiri dust bag full of blues and pinks, pockets dust full of dub
I asked her what she like about me, she fuck 'round told me what she love
That free a fire, that's fully firin', know 5 get busy with that fully
Might be small, but when he touch that switch, lil' bro turn to a bully
Niggas cap 'bout what they did, yeah, they had slid, but bro 'nem boxed him in
Lil' 30 jump out, tell me hold the stick, told lil' bruh park the Benz
Run down, doot, Durango truck, no tester, only fuck with muscle
Ain't no way I go out bad, my coat got Draco in the duffle
Crazy, leave 'em in the past, straight make 'em float like he was Russell
Soon as he throw a punch, I'm goin' in his back, not tryna tussle
Still tryna fight? You think it's old days? You get worked up with this switch
I damn near took one off the trees, put it on back of my back of my four-nick'
Nigga get caught down bad, we jump out, drawn down, kidnap your child
Don't give him back unless he pay, they tryna say he young and wild
Remember back then, yeah, the old days, me and bro spin on the moped
We caught two up front, that dope cook at they kills 'cause they had both fled
Frrt, frrt, he scared of these fullies
Frrt, frrt, frrt, frrt, he duckin'
Frrt, frrt, frrt, that nigga scared of these fullies
Frrt, frrt, frrt, frrt, that nigga duckin'
Trackhawk G squawk to the ground, widebody truck, I come through road runnin'
We can't dap you up, you not my kind, boy, I don't even know a hundred
All they build me a big Fred, just throw Givenchy clothes on it
And she can't take the dick, turn her up a notch, I put the Rolls on it
Amiri dust bag full of blues and pinks, pockets dust full of dub
I asked her what she like about me, she fuck 'round told me what she love
That free a fire, that's fully firin', know 5 get busy with that fully
Might be small, but when he touch that switch, lil' bro turn to a bully
Frrt, frrt, frrt, frrt
Frrt, frrt, frrt, frrt, he duckin'
Frrt, frrt, frrt, frrt
Frrt, frrt, frrt, frrt, that nigga duckin'
