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Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah

Hey, who that over there? (There)
Bitch, we shoot, don't lay-up (Bitch, we shoot, no lay-up)
'Cause my last bitch double back (Double back)
Told that bitch, "I don't care"
And if that nigga copy my swag
Then I'm pullin' on his bitch hair (Tana)
And I walk 'round with my flag (Oh, yeah)
And I dump shots everywhere (Dump shots everywhere)
Ayy (Ayy)
And they want all what I have, so I walk 'round with my K, yeah (Walk 'round with my K)
(My K, my K)
Can't lie, this bitch so bad (So bad)
On gang, I might just lay her down

She get slayed, yeah (Slayed)
I get paid, yeah (I get paid)
And I could fuck her good, but I can't be your savior ('K-'K-'Kay)
Nigga lurkin' 'round in my hood (Oh, yeah)
He gon' meet his maker (That's right)
I'ma real deal slime-ass nigga (Slime)
Might just betray you (Slatt, oh, yeah)

Have my shooter hidin' in the cut (Whew)
Is you down with me or what? (Yeah)
I don't like her, I just wanna nut (Just wanna nut)
And these niggas just talk for the 'net (Duh)
You say I'm gon' die with 'em, then bet (Wha'?)
Countin' money, I'm not tryna flex (Fye)
Said I'm bitch, say that shit with your chest (With your chest, nigga)
And I hate to see it pan out this way (This)
And I hate to see us fall out 'bout a bitch, ayy
And I can't believe how fast these niggas switch, ayy (Yessir, they switch)
Uh, huh (Ooh)
But I ain't with none of the games, nah
You wastin' time worrying 'bout me
You could be stackin' up pape', yeah (Stackin' up pape')
And I thought we was family, but most these niggas be fake, yeah (Fake)
Niggas be fake (Niggas be fake)

That shit foul (That shit foul)
Can't believe they turned around and ran they mouth (And ran they mouth)
Shit went south (Went south)
I'm posted up with them killers on the Southside (Southside)

Hey, who that over there? (Hey)
Bitch, we shoot, don't lay-up (Ooh)
'Cause my last bitch double back (Yeah)
Told that bitch, "I don't care" (Gyat)
And if that nigga copy my swag (Copy my swag)
Then I'm pullin' on his bitch hair
And I walk 'round with my flag
And I dump shots everywhere (Everywhere, woo)
Ayy (Oh, yeah)
And they want all what I have (All what I–)
So I walk 'round with my K, yeah (Walk 'round with my K)
Huh, huh, huh
Can't lie, this bitch so bad (This bitch so–)
On gang, I might just lay her down (Uh-huh, yessir)

Oh, yeah (Down)
I don't even know what the fuck these niggas be talkin' 'bout, ah-ha
I'm just kickin' shit
I'm just kickin' shit by my damn self, by my doly, nigga
That shit foul
Can't believe they turned around and ran they mouth
Shit went south
I'm posted up with them killers on the Southside



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Writer(s): Mekhi Britt, Steven D. Lewis, Yadav Singh
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