Leviosa
2Ahunnid
Sxly
326, counting my chips
Get to the bag, big duffels
Cheddar cheese all in that, straight Ruffles
Saying cheese for the mags, just wait on it
She double-d'ed on the rack, write my name on it
Honey bun, she a snack, put the glaze on it
Too high for a scale, putting grades on it, nah
Phone on silent, super picky
Lil shawty tryna get me
Timmy turn her out, no Vicky
Bringing all the homies with me, go n hit a licky
That foo shit, miss me, hoe
Weaving that hate, can't hit me tho
Been off that green, ain't oregano
Put in work for the gang, new level flow
Tryna get up, I can show ya
Leviosa, taking flight, exposure
First class, mimosas
In the clouds, Ima find that ninth
Eighth of the loud make me close my eyes
Plug got that weight for me, hit my line
They gotta wait for me, take my time
Feel like Pop, in my element (Woo)
K Dot, in my element (Rowe)
Big shot, buzzer beater
Hot hand like I hold the heater
Never even caught a misdemeanor
I just caught the top when I shot the Nina
On the rocks, like a grand patron tequila
We get it cracking, need a new glass
All the product, niggas move that
That project power got em popping pills
But if Ima get it I'll be counting mills
Mike stay up in 5, hold it down still
Bring the pain, need relief, get an Advil
Aye, aye, bring the pain, get relief like a Advil
Rus
I got em screaming out South
And gang get to dumbin' on bro
Bullets inside of this pistol
Government issued, still fuck the government tho
If you want smoke I won't diss you
Pull up with missiles, spit two, up you gon' go
Came from the fifth but I'm chucking the fo'
Mind be stuck on the dough
Bitch I shoot guns, I don't battle rap
I got this 30 on me, you can battle that
Nigga be pimpin', should be in the Cadillac
All this good smoke, it just help for my cataracs
Me falling off, man imagine that
Known for the Flip like an acrobat
Double my cup so that's ACK on ACK
Come thru the lane, and they fouling, it's Shaq attack
Put a check on his mental, and my niggas spin through
Niggas is pussy, they be on they menstrual
What the fuck is he into?
You coming for me, man tell me who sent you
Cause they gon' get bent, too
Nigga it's simple
All 'bout my check, it's essential
We gon' fill him with lead like a pencil
Now err'body wanna be opps
I made it cool to be that
I'm 30'ed up, and I play the cut
Cause that's where the shooters be at, aye
Choppa inside of the trunk
The hip, that's where the Ruger be at, aye
Nigga it's shoot or be clapped
Nigga it's shoot or be clapped
2Ahunnid
Sxly
326, counting my chips
Get to the bag, big duffels
Cheddar cheese all in that, straight Ruffles
Saying cheese for the mags, just wait on it
She double-d'ed on the rack, write my name on it
Honey bun, she a snack, put the glaze on it
Too high for a scale, putting grades on it, nah
Phone on silent, super picky
Lil shawty tryna get me
Timmy turn her out, no Vicky
Bringing all the homies with me, go n hit a licky
That foo shit, miss me, hoe
Weaving that hate, can't hit me tho
Been off that green, ain't oregano
Put in work for the gang, new level flow
Tryna get up, I can show ya
Leviosa, taking flight, exposure
First class, mimosas
In the clouds, Ima find that ninth
Eighth of the loud make me close my eyes
Plug got that weight for me, hit my line
They gotta wait for me, take my time
Rowe
Sxly
326, counting my chips
Get to the bag, big duffels
Cheddar cheese all in that, straight Ruffles
Saying cheese for the mags, just wait on it
She double-d'ed on the rack, write my name on it
Honey bun, she a snack, put the glaze on it
Too high for a scale, putting grades on it, nah
Phone on silent, super picky
Lil shawty tryna get me
Timmy turn her out, no Vicky
Bringing all the homies with me, go n hit a licky
That foo shit, miss me, hoe
Weaving that hate, can't hit me tho
Been off that green, ain't oregano
Put in work for the gang, new level flow
Tryna get up, I can show ya
Leviosa, taking flight, exposure
First class, mimosas
In the clouds, Ima find that ninth
Eighth of the loud make me close my eyes
Plug got that weight for me, hit my line
They gotta wait for me, take my time
Feel like Pop, in my element (Woo)
K Dot, in my element (Rowe)
Big shot, buzzer beater
Hot hand like I hold the heater
Never even caught a misdemeanor
I just caught the top when I shot the Nina
On the rocks, like a grand patron tequila
We get it cracking, need a new glass
All the product, niggas move that
That project power got em popping pills
But if Ima get it I'll be counting mills
Mike stay up in 5, hold it down still
Bring the pain, need relief, get an Advil
Aye, aye, bring the pain, get relief like a Advil
Rus
I got em screaming out South
And gang get to dumbin' on bro
Bullets inside of this pistol
Government issued, still fuck the government tho
If you want smoke I won't diss you
Pull up with missiles, spit two, up you gon' go
Came from the fifth but I'm chucking the fo'
Mind be stuck on the dough
Bitch I shoot guns, I don't battle rap
I got this 30 on me, you can battle that
Nigga be pimpin', should be in the Cadillac
All this good smoke, it just help for my cataracs
Me falling off, man imagine that
Known for the Flip like an acrobat
Double my cup so that's ACK on ACK
Come thru the lane, and they fouling, it's Shaq attack
Put a check on his mental, and my niggas spin through
Niggas is pussy, they be on they menstrual
What the fuck is he into?
You coming for me, man tell me who sent you
Cause they gon' get bent, too
Nigga it's simple
All 'bout my check, it's essential
We gon' fill him with lead like a pencil
Now err'body wanna be opps
I made it cool to be that
I'm 30'ed up, and I play the cut
Cause that's where the shooters be at, aye
Choppa inside of the trunk
The hip, that's where the Ruger be at, aye
Nigga it's shoot or be clapped
Nigga it's shoot or be clapped
2Ahunnid
Sxly
326, counting my chips
Get to the bag, big duffels
Cheddar cheese all in that, straight Ruffles
Saying cheese for the mags, just wait on it
She double-d'ed on the rack, write my name on it
Honey bun, she a snack, put the glaze on it
Too high for a scale, putting grades on it, nah
Phone on silent, super picky
Lil shawty tryna get me
Timmy turn her out, no Vicky
Bringing all the homies with me, go n hit a licky
That foo shit, miss me, hoe
Weaving that hate, can't hit me tho
Been off that green, ain't oregano
Put in work for the gang, new level flow
Tryna get up, I can show ya
Leviosa, taking flight, exposure
First class, mimosas
In the clouds, Ima find that ninth
Eighth of the loud make me close my eyes
Plug got that weight for me, hit my line
They gotta wait for me, take my time
Rowe
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