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The question is Clyde, do we get high as well?
Ay, ay, ay, ay
Im inna, im inna, im inna, im inna im inna im inna (ay)
Im in the audi i'm chilling with knox
Pull up the Bronx imma cop me some rocks
She open her mouth but guess what she won't talk
I'm sipping that lean while she suck on my cock
I pour up a deuce yeah I been I been on the wock
Hold up
It's a set up (ay)
One two three he get hit I'm not talking no upper cut
Can't hit raw yeah had to go rubber up
Sipping that lil biddy bih it's a double cup
Fucked on that bitch twice I got me a that double nut (uh)
Told that lil hoe its time to get sturdy
If she don't do that then I guess she not worthy
That nut in her mouth leave her teeth looking pearly (yeah)
Now I'm leaving her house in a hurry
Shooting like curry
You talk all that shit you get boomed (gra)
She show me her titties on zoom (ay)
Fucking on a coney bitch, she fuck it up we just chilling in my room
New York City this the city we boom
New York City this the city we rule (ay)
Get sturdy, Get sturdy, Get sturdy, keep dumping
The drugs are hitting yeah I think that they working
When I pull up all the bitches be twerking
We chilling outside they think that we lurking
You talk all that shit and we 'gon have to get to murking (ayy)
I pull up with 80s yeah ain't no stranger things yeah I'm talking bout racks
Keep it 011 'cause fuck 12 we wont let them attack
Run run run run he better not look back
Now he peep at my mag (ay)
He eyeing me 'cause I carry a stack
But if he ever try and grab that
We run up on him
I need me them drugzzz
I need me them drugzzz
No S we write tipple Z 'cause the lean got me feeling all slumped
I need me them drugzzz
I need me some drugzzz (ay)
I need me my drugzzz
I need me the drugzzz
Smoking the za, you know I'm awake
Feeling so great, all day round 'cause you know I stay baked
Young boy, 16, but he still finna carry his name
He not from round here but he still seen some pain
Got a new whip, bullet holes in the plate
Introduce me now he love that ayyy
(Throw me a K ill go dumb with a K)
(Throw me a two ill go dumb with a K)
(Throw me a tool ill go dumb with a K)
(Throw me a two ill go dumb with a K)
Yeah, Gra Gra Boom
Yeah
You a fumbler bitch get back on defense
Was a certified GOAT when I turned ten
Fuck an eighth bitch I got me a new pen
Bitchin bout dead homies better get back then
Got the kit when I walkthrough their projects
I'm a stylish young boy yeah I do flex
If you booty call then call babe don't text
If you do then I'm sorry you ain't next
I go stealth mode when I get to creeping
Bitch they call me the monk for a reason
Lil baba on me got me geekin
Pop me a yellow and bitch I'm a demon
And I know that you 'gon do the same shit
You pop out and I know who you'll be with
You a clumsy lil jit bitch you ain't slick
You won't see me when I back out the damn blick
And yea I do kick but I shoot too
Ruthless, give a fuck if I boom you
I'm different when I'm high off the za too
You 'gon be like a baby with booboos
Pull up on blast shit is steaming
We 'gon be booming 'till the evening
You know we on go, we some demons
And you know we never stopping
Pull up outside with some knockers
You know that bodies get to dropping
Bitch I'm on hots, too heated
Shoot him if he starts bunny hopping
Big cypher, lungs be inhaling
You know all them packs I be copping
And I'm always styling this bitch
You know that I'm constantly saucing
Big DOA in this bitch
You know I got all types of shit
Pull up all Gunner with 30 in this bitch
You know I'm a fiend I extended the clip
So fuck all these jits imma talk my shit
Me and MISTERCRONOS we 'gon do the hit
You know we sauced up bitch we always lit
If we catch an opp we put him in the pit
Yeah
I just added mud to the sprite
'Cause it wasn't clear enough
Mosh pit with my bitch
Yeah my bitch is really tough
Run it up (yeah)
We 'gon run it up
Brand new stick, extendo mag
And it came in clutch
Brand new whip
Brand new shit
She 'gon suck the tip
I got rich
Money got me rich
I just withdrew a couple bands
I just smoked me a gram
Hop up in e30, fuck a cab (yeah)
Fuck up her mans, fuck her plans
I'm a rough motherfucker when I gotta throw some hands
If I see you walking with a pole I shoot you to Japan
I just start flexing on these fucking hoes
Then beating up her mans
Get sturdy, get sturdy, get sturdy, keep dumping
The drugs are hitting yeah I think that they working
When I pull up all the bitches be twerking
We chilling outside they think that we lurking
You talk all that shit and we 'gon have to get to murking (ayy)
I pull up with 80s yeah ain't no stranger things yeah I'm talking 'bout racks
Keep it 011 'cause fuck 12 we wont let them attack
Run run run run he better not look back
Now he peep at my mag (ay)
He eyeing me 'cause I carry a stack
But if he ever try and grab that
We run up on him
(Get study, get sturdy, get sturdy, keep dumping)
(Get study, get sturdy, get sturdy, keep dumping)
Get study, get sturdy, get sturdy)
Ay, ay, ay, ay
Im inna, im inna, im inna, im inna im inna im inna (ay)
Im in the audi i'm chilling with knox
Pull up the Bronx imma cop me some rocks
She open her mouth but guess what she won't talk
I'm sipping that lean while she suck on my cock
I pour up a deuce yeah I been I been on the wock
Hold up
It's a set up (ay)
One two three he get hit I'm not talking no upper cut
Can't hit raw yeah had to go rubber up
Sipping that lil biddy bih it's a double cup
Fucked on that bitch twice I got me a that double nut (uh)
Told that lil hoe its time to get sturdy
If she don't do that then I guess she not worthy
That nut in her mouth leave her teeth looking pearly (yeah)
Now I'm leaving her house in a hurry
Shooting like curry
You talk all that shit you get boomed (gra)
She show me her titties on zoom (ay)
Fucking on a coney bitch, she fuck it up we just chilling in my room
New York City this the city we boom
New York City this the city we rule (ay)
Get sturdy, Get sturdy, Get sturdy, keep dumping
The drugs are hitting yeah I think that they working
When I pull up all the bitches be twerking
We chilling outside they think that we lurking
You talk all that shit and we 'gon have to get to murking (ayy)
I pull up with 80s yeah ain't no stranger things yeah I'm talking bout racks
Keep it 011 'cause fuck 12 we wont let them attack
Run run run run he better not look back
Now he peep at my mag (ay)
He eyeing me 'cause I carry a stack
But if he ever try and grab that
We run up on him
I need me them drugzzz
I need me them drugzzz
No S we write tipple Z 'cause the lean got me feeling all slumped
I need me them drugzzz
I need me some drugzzz (ay)
I need me my drugzzz
I need me the drugzzz
Smoking the za, you know I'm awake
Feeling so great, all day round 'cause you know I stay baked
Young boy, 16, but he still finna carry his name
He not from round here but he still seen some pain
Got a new whip, bullet holes in the plate
Introduce me now he love that ayyy
(Throw me a K ill go dumb with a K)
(Throw me a two ill go dumb with a K)
(Throw me a tool ill go dumb with a K)
(Throw me a two ill go dumb with a K)
Yeah, Gra Gra Boom
Yeah
You a fumbler bitch get back on defense
Was a certified GOAT when I turned ten
Fuck an eighth bitch I got me a new pen
Bitchin bout dead homies better get back then
Got the kit when I walkthrough their projects
I'm a stylish young boy yeah I do flex
If you booty call then call babe don't text
If you do then I'm sorry you ain't next
I go stealth mode when I get to creeping
Bitch they call me the monk for a reason
Lil baba on me got me geekin
Pop me a yellow and bitch I'm a demon
And I know that you 'gon do the same shit
You pop out and I know who you'll be with
You a clumsy lil jit bitch you ain't slick
You won't see me when I back out the damn blick
And yea I do kick but I shoot too
Ruthless, give a fuck if I boom you
I'm different when I'm high off the za too
You 'gon be like a baby with booboos
Pull up on blast shit is steaming
We 'gon be booming 'till the evening
You know we on go, we some demons
And you know we never stopping
Pull up outside with some knockers
You know that bodies get to dropping
Bitch I'm on hots, too heated
Shoot him if he starts bunny hopping
Big cypher, lungs be inhaling
You know all them packs I be copping
And I'm always styling this bitch
You know that I'm constantly saucing
Big DOA in this bitch
You know I got all types of shit
Pull up all Gunner with 30 in this bitch
You know I'm a fiend I extended the clip
So fuck all these jits imma talk my shit
Me and MISTERCRONOS we 'gon do the hit
You know we sauced up bitch we always lit
If we catch an opp we put him in the pit
Yeah
I just added mud to the sprite
'Cause it wasn't clear enough
Mosh pit with my bitch
Yeah my bitch is really tough
Run it up (yeah)
We 'gon run it up
Brand new stick, extendo mag
And it came in clutch
Brand new whip
Brand new shit
She 'gon suck the tip
I got rich
Money got me rich
I just withdrew a couple bands
I just smoked me a gram
Hop up in e30, fuck a cab (yeah)
Fuck up her mans, fuck her plans
I'm a rough motherfucker when I gotta throw some hands
If I see you walking with a pole I shoot you to Japan
I just start flexing on these fucking hoes
Then beating up her mans
Get sturdy, get sturdy, get sturdy, keep dumping
The drugs are hitting yeah I think that they working
When I pull up all the bitches be twerking
We chilling outside they think that we lurking
You talk all that shit and we 'gon have to get to murking (ayy)
I pull up with 80s yeah ain't no stranger things yeah I'm talking 'bout racks
Keep it 011 'cause fuck 12 we wont let them attack
Run run run run he better not look back
Now he peep at my mag (ay)
He eyeing me 'cause I carry a stack
But if he ever try and grab that
We run up on him
(Get study, get sturdy, get sturdy, keep dumping)
(Get study, get sturdy, get sturdy, keep dumping)
Get study, get sturdy, get sturdy)
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Writer(s): Clyde Sheridan
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