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Bunny hop, bunny hop (Grrah, grrah-grrah, boom)
Grrah, grrah
Y to the Gz, Gz to the sky (Grrah, grrah)
Never put a O before my Y (Never put a O before my Y)
Get that nigga (Every O shot)
Free my hearts
Get that nigga
Gang, gang, gang
Like, put one leg back, start geekin'
Put one leg, gang, gang, gang

I'ma slide to they P's with my 9 like Ibaka, like
I'm the man of my roster
Dissin' the dead, so we smoking his father, like
I told Bando, "Move proper"
Free all my muddies, this stuff'll get harder
They know RPT niggas problems
Like, free all my muddies, this stuff'll get harder
They know RPT niggas problems
I'ma slide to they P's with my 9 like Ibaka, like
I'm the man of my roster
Dissin' the dead, so we smoking his father, like
I told Bando, "Move proper"
Free all my muddies, this stuff'll get harder
They know RPT niggas problems
Like, free all my muddies, this stuff'll get harder
They know RPT niggas problems

Baby, now, go crazy, like, huh?
And Bando my QB, he throwin' like Brady
My ooter, he showin' her daily
And bitch, he a demon, he slidin' for ladies
I told gang, "Just send her the addy"

If she think she gon' line us, she going out badly
With the PD, we flyin' to Cali
Back shots got her calling me daddy
But I'm from the streets, she know she can't have me
Back shots got her calling me daddy
But I'm from the streets, she know she can't have me

Back shots got-, gang, gang, gang
See them red and blue lights in the back of the car?
Then we headin' out right
Headin' out left, don't stop for no lights, like
Like, don't stop for no light
Like, when I'm totin' this 30, I feel like I'm Steph, bitch
Bitch, I'm shootin' from deep
We gon' slide to they jects just to make us a mess
If I catch a O, yeah, he gettin' cleaned

Said Reef my demon, like
I talk to tote, when we creep
If they throwin' a shot then we throwin' fifteen
Like, empty the clip, like, you know what I mean? Like
If you diss on Woo Lotti, you gon' die the same week, like
I know Gunna gon' geek, like
I know Raymond gon' tweak, like

They never did nothing, now they got what?
Put that on YG, like, gang, gang
And yeah, I'm the driver, I'm drivin' drifty
I'm the reason the whole Bronx litty
And I cannot link if I don't got sitchy
And you cannot line me, don't care if you pretty, like
Like, gang, gang, gang
When they took all my muddies
That shit got me hurt, they was tryna put niggas on shirts
They put a O in the dirt, so now I don't fuck with them if I don't got Percs'

And I got the drip, it's no competition
And I ain't a fish in the bait, I got thotty mission
We catch that lil' boy, he gon' go out missin'
They spin on they bikes, they gon' go out missin'

I'ma slide to they P's with my 9 like Ibaka, like
I'm the man of my roster
Dissin' the dead, so we smoking his father, like
I told Bando, "Move proper"
Free all my muddies, this stuff'll get harder
They know RPT niggas problems
Like, free all my muddies, this stuff'll get harder
They know RPT niggas problems
I'ma slide to they P's with my 9 like Ibaka, like
I'm the man of my roster
Dissin' the dead, so we smoking his father, like
I told Bando, "Move proper"
Free all my muddies, this stuff'll get harder
They know RPT niggas problems
Like, free all my muddies, this stuff'll get harder
They know RPT niggas problems

Gang, gang, gang
Yo, it's that DThang, nigga
Make it get jiggy before we shoot 'em, you heard?
R.I.P. Woo
Gang, gang, gang
Grrah, grrah, grrah
Grrah-grrah, boom
Go geek