Ratchet
Bitch, know what the fuck goin' on, nigga
Two-six three X NeverFold shit
Turn that bitch up to Denarrow
Yeah, nigga
This Glock hot, it den burnt a few niggas
Three poles, two niggas, Wonder why, cause Ju with me,
We ain't Slidin' in no Kia, bendin' inna blue, hemi
Either chop or rock them switches, nigga we don't shoot semis
Hit a block, and spin them tires, told bro nem, turn off the traction
He just thinking with His dick, we use them thotties as distractions
Hit his top don't need a pill, they picked him up, don't know what happened
Trollin Knew he wasn't no killer, but he died for all that cappin,
Yop
Two-six-three, we finna turn this city up
I put a switchy on the Glizzy, I just turned to Blicky up
She like so you just wanna hit, looked at the bitch like pretty much,
Yop when we link she give me face, you seen her once and bought her a lunch
Riding with a hundred shots, and tryna flip a nigga ride
These niggas Ja Morrant, they only toting pole when they on live
Yea I fuck with the percs, but I don't need a pill to go and slide
You would've thought the opps was grounded, They don't never be outside
Broke without a pole, and tryna beef you niggas super finished
I flood my cup with hella 4's, it's fuckin' up my kidney
Drum inside the Glock, I see a opp, gone empty out that titty,
Gon' die, you think we finna box, because I brought sum wimme
I know I got em sick as a fuck, thought I wouldn't be shit
Dont try ta ride the wave, gon' fuck around and leave
You sea sick, with a opp bitch, I urked the scat, she left my seat drenched
Dont bump into me, tryna play it tough, or you can eat clip
This is Glock hot, it den burnt a few niggas
Three poles, two niggas, Wonder Why, cuz Ju
With me, we ain't slidin in no Kia, bending inna blue hemi
Either chop or rock them switches nigga we don't shoot semis
Hit a block and spin them tires, told bro nem turn off the traction
He just thinking wit his dick, we use them thotties as distractions
Hit his top, don't need a pill, they picked him up, don't know what happened
Trollin', knew he wasn't no killer, but he died for allat Cappin
Yop
Two-six three X NeverFold shit
Turn that bitch up to Denarrow
Yeah, nigga
This Glock hot, it den burnt a few niggas
Three poles, two niggas, Wonder why, cause Ju with me,
We ain't Slidin' in no Kia, bendin' inna blue, hemi
Either chop or rock them switches, nigga we don't shoot semis
Hit a block, and spin them tires, told bro nem, turn off the traction
He just thinking with His dick, we use them thotties as distractions
Hit his top don't need a pill, they picked him up, don't know what happened
Trollin Knew he wasn't no killer, but he died for all that cappin,
Yop
Two-six-three, we finna turn this city up
I put a switchy on the Glizzy, I just turned to Blicky up
She like so you just wanna hit, looked at the bitch like pretty much,
Yop when we link she give me face, you seen her once and bought her a lunch
Riding with a hundred shots, and tryna flip a nigga ride
These niggas Ja Morrant, they only toting pole when they on live
Yea I fuck with the percs, but I don't need a pill to go and slide
You would've thought the opps was grounded, They don't never be outside
Broke without a pole, and tryna beef you niggas super finished
I flood my cup with hella 4's, it's fuckin' up my kidney
Drum inside the Glock, I see a opp, gone empty out that titty,
Gon' die, you think we finna box, because I brought sum wimme
I know I got em sick as a fuck, thought I wouldn't be shit
Dont try ta ride the wave, gon' fuck around and leave
You sea sick, with a opp bitch, I urked the scat, she left my seat drenched
Dont bump into me, tryna play it tough, or you can eat clip
This is Glock hot, it den burnt a few niggas
Three poles, two niggas, Wonder Why, cuz Ju
With me, we ain't slidin in no Kia, bending inna blue hemi
Either chop or rock them switches nigga we don't shoot semis
Hit a block and spin them tires, told bro nem turn off the traction
He just thinking wit his dick, we use them thotties as distractions
Hit his top, don't need a pill, they picked him up, don't know what happened
Trollin', knew he wasn't no killer, but he died for allat Cappin
Yop
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