iv

(D-Dommy)
Yeah (yeah)

We on them Xans again, yeah
Yeah, young nigga just wanna win
You talk on my name, we spin, yeah (Yeah)
You talk on my name, we spin
You live, we spinning again
Yeah, I done dropped all of my friends
Now that I'm lonely again these niggas keep tryna come in
I know he fuckin' on her
I got that Ruger, my twin got that Gen', uh

Bro in a tent, I'm on the fire
We in that tent, we murder that guy (murder that guy, yeah, boop)
Yeah, when I'm so geeked, I don't feel like drivin'
Niggas be fans, they keep on dick-riding
Send me the drop, know that we slidin'
When you put three in that boy, you could try that
Bitch, you know I ain't good, but I'm slimy
Real killers, yeah, you know they behind me
Walk down, hit his ass with the Tommy
Cut 'em off 'cause I don't need 'em 'round me, yeah
Perkies on your head, that's a bounty (bounty, yeah)
This an edible, this ain't no brownie
Swerving in that Benz, this ain't no Audi (Audi)
Walked in the club and no ID (no ID), no (nah)
We gon' let it fly, he need an IV (IV)
(We gon' let it fly, he need an IV)



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