Aye Fuck around then Spark this blunt Which y'all we smoking? Aye Black a nigga eye for talking silly (Gang) Knock a nigga off his bike look like he popped a wheelie (Gang) Knock a nigga off his skateboard He laser-flipping (Gang) Once she let me hit it Then I say them digits Let me hear the gang Let me hear the gang Let me hear the gang Let me hear the gang (Fuck nigga) I'm beating pussies up This ain't no fucking sex position (Fuck nigga) I'm looking on the bad side Die Jeffery pessimistic I got my chain made in Jotunheimr Twist with the lemon lime Bitches think I'm Honenheim (On the motherfucker) Yo bitch is texting paragraphs She sent the deposition (On Gang) Put all their opps in grass Dr. Jeffery optimistic I got my chain made by Jotunheimr Twist with the lemon lime My bitch came straight from Jotunheimr (On the motherfucker) Put all their opps in grass my body counting triple digits (Fuck nigga) You heard I got that check and spent that shit on stripper bitches (On the Gang) Let me hear the gang Let me hear the gang Let me aye Let me hear Should I send 'em hitters? Hitting a direction if I need it to For real yuh he Memphin We stepping like we shame the booth Check the scholar Rolling 12 an O She getting critical Took the tear Throw way high their hands and with a bitch and dude This Gen 5 call it block-boy cause all they do is shoot I'm outside straight standing on business Partner shit we the truth Who the fuck is this? Pull up just to pull off on a bitch I be glatchin shit And he think I'm sly 'cause I'm rich I'mma spin again Then I put his pack up in the wind Let me hit it nigga (On the gang) Let me hit it (On the gang) Fire that blunt up in the Hill I ask my boy which opp is this? I fuck every hoe I'm with Your bitch just be hit or miss All my bitches got me blocked My iPhone be dry as shit If the function smoking opps Niggas wanna try shit And don't play with us unless you tryna die shit (On the Gang) Nigga play with one of us He must be high as shit (On the Gang) Smoking opps Who God is this? Let me hit it Gang Let me hit Gang Let me hit it On the Gang Let me hit it On the Gang Let me hit it On the Gang Let me hit it On the Gang Let me hit it On the Gang Let me hit it On the Gang Let me hit it On the Gang Mine! On my soul I want you gone today Pray that anyhow nigga own it too with a gun Say you stepping on shit But ain't seen it and that on my mama He never crashed done slid round 50 round drumming Gets you gone without putting on no money And that's how I'm coming Had them young boys in there on your block Like they Andre Drummond Gen 4 we hold 34 Like I'm Terry Cummings Word to bond Whatever I say Pussy know I'm standing on it