Who
Doing all that wolfing on the net
We won't get into that
Run down on em with this 556
And imma stretch his ahh
V8 in the motor start to growling when I press the gas
He think he the shit so when we
Catch em we gone stretch his ahh
Now I'm balling hard
I'm on my shit like
Who gone stop me
I'm like Stephen Curry
With this blicky
You can't guard me
Think I got a scale and a pistol
Where my heart at
Say you in the streets then boy
You better way a hard hat
Treat the studio just like the trap
The booth my pyrex
Everytime I drop this shit so raw
I bet it come back
Everybody talking like they
Killer's nigga fuck that
Run up on me guarantee
You die wit yo lil tough ahh
This 40 glock got kick
I put a whole in his durag
This 40 glock got kick back
We shoot first
We don't shoot back
Got Ar's, glock's, and big mac's
Shooting some shit that knock
A door down this
This bitch sound like a drumline
You play then it can go down
Anytime this shit can pop off
Letting off shots wherever I see em at
Doing all that wolfing on the net
We won't get into that
Run down on em with this 556
And imma stretch his ahh
V8 in the motor start to growling when I press the gas
He think he the shit so when we
Catch em we gone stretch his ahh
Now I'm balling hard
I'm on my shit like
Who gone stop me
I'm like Stephen Curry
With this blicky
You can't guard me
Think I got a scale and a pistol
Where my heart at
Say you in the streets then boy
You better way a hard hat
We won't get into that
Run down on em with this 556
And imma stretch his ahh
V8 in the motor start to growling when I press the gas
He think he the shit so when we
Catch em we gone stretch his ahh
Now I'm balling hard
I'm on my shit like
Who gone stop me
I'm like Stephen Curry
With this blicky
You can't guard me
Think I got a scale and a pistol
Where my heart at
Say you in the streets then boy
You better way a hard hat
Treat the studio just like the trap
The booth my pyrex
Everytime I drop this shit so raw
I bet it come back
Everybody talking like they
Killer's nigga fuck that
Run up on me guarantee
You die wit yo lil tough ahh
This 40 glock got kick
I put a whole in his durag
This 40 glock got kick back
We shoot first
We don't shoot back
Got Ar's, glock's, and big mac's
Shooting some shit that knock
A door down this
This bitch sound like a drumline
You play then it can go down
Anytime this shit can pop off
Letting off shots wherever I see em at
Doing all that wolfing on the net
We won't get into that
Run down on em with this 556
And imma stretch his ahh
V8 in the motor start to growling when I press the gas
He think he the shit so when we
Catch em we gone stretch his ahh
Now I'm balling hard
I'm on my shit like
Who gone stop me
I'm like Stephen Curry
With this blicky
You can't guard me
Think I got a scale and a pistol
Where my heart at
Say you in the streets then boy
You better way a hard hat
Credits
Writer(s): Shaquille Calhoun
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