(It's Kosfinger baby) Suck my dick, nigga Yo, mix that shit While you suck my dick, I'm smokin' all- Everybody shot Everything dead Glah, glah Glah, glah, boom bitch (It's Kosfinger baby) When I'm talkin', you better listen (What?) Don't drop my 4, I have niggas go missin' And it's still corona, keep your distance (Grrah) Mallow with me, she not playin' with ratchets Keep puttin' my name in his song, man, that boy don't perform, he just runnin' his lips (Suck my dick) Bushman, you a bum, stop sayin' my name, tell ya big homie Rah you a bitch, glah I'm on hots, nigga Move the wrong way you get shot, nigga Got a vest, so I am for his top, nigga (Grrah-grrah) Got a baddie she settin' the drop, nigga (Grrah-grrah) Don't get lined, nigga, what's the vibes, nigga? (Grrah-grrah, boom, bitch) You better be ready to die, nigga Say my name and I'm comin' outside, nigga Word to my mother, you shot, nigga (Grrah-grrah) On my bully, they callin' me Scottie (What?) I'm with KR, he rollin' up Dotti (Dotti) I got bored, took a trip to the opps side (Damn, damn) Started smokin' they dead in they lobby (Glah-glah, boom) Got a gun, he don't know what to do with it (Dumb) Pass the knocker, on bro I go kuu with it Gun jam up, he get beat with the blick (Damn) Pass me the knocker, on bro, I'm a fool with it (Grrah-grrah, boom) Ayo Jenny, they not ready Niggas be pussy and opp niggas envy Four for four, I ain't talkin' bout Wendy's (Bitch) Let's get rich, baby, kick me a chevy Opp bitch, shoot that bitch (Shoot that bitch) Throw up Flex, oh, boom that bitch She wanna tote the knocker in the video (Grrah-grrah, boom, bitch) Catch Rey Flex, he get beat with the grip (Grrah-grrah) Glah, they know I'm vibey (Damn) Throw my shiesty on, I'm gettin' slimey (Damn) Knocker Dora, I'm lookin' for swipey I'll get 'em checked just like he Nike Spin through Manhattan, tryna catch a Flex (Catch a Flex) Backdoor open, Mallow sent a text (Damn-damn) They know I'm Mr. Vibey-In-The-Flesh (Grrah, grrah) Oh you 41K? You next, bitch (Suck my dick, oh damn) Pushin' her buttons just like a controller Call me Drake, I can controlla' It's a hole in his head, like a donut Shot to the arm, like that boy had corona And this chopper gon' sing like it's Tory Bro steady runnin' like he was on Maury If it ain't about money, don't call me You say you a opp but you never performin' (Glah-glah, boom) Niggas pussy and they mediocre I get angry, the grip is bipolar (Glah, glah) Said these niggas is popped, soda See him in person, he losin' composure Had that boy he was mute, like a mime (Glah, glah) That boy he runnin', get turned to a dime (Glah-glah, boom) If he run, put the beam to his spine Call em' A Boogie, 'cause he outta time Like damn, who really 'bout it? Get to the bready, just send me the routin' (Routin') Like damn, I'm a savage like 21 Feel like I'm Nicki, these bitches my sons (Glah, glah, glah) I'm like Curry, I swear that I'm clutch When you get in that room, better hush Shit can get real, don't get turned into runtz If I finger the trigger, he rolled in my blunt (Glah-glah, boom) I'ma dump it, just empty the clip After that then I'm takin' ya bitch (Goddamn) I won't stop 'til I feel like I'm rich (Glah, glah) Keep me a Lilo, I cannot get stitched (Glah-glah, boom) I'ma dump it, just empty the clip (Like, what?) After that then I'm takin' ya bitch (Like, damn) I won't stop 'til I feel like I'm rich (Glah, glah) Keep me a Lilo, I cannot get stitched This ain't a window, this more like a balcony You ain't part of me, niggas doubted me No segregation, I'm closin' a boundary (Glah, glah) Niggas talkin', but that shit is comedy (Glah-glah, boom) I be geekin', like I won the lottery Touch on my body, like I was in pottery (Like, what? Damn) Shootin' like CPD, this shit is quality (Glah-glah, glah-glah) I'm a demon and there is no stoppin' me (Glah-glah, boom) 'Body shot, smokin' all deads 41 gang, the fuckin' gang Smokin' all deads, nigga Suck my dick