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Aye (Kick up on that beat, Moh!) Bitch we cutthroat, like we got Corona, these niggas don't even come close This shit ain't for show cause my niggas tear up the front row I ain't call no Uber for shordy, she gotta bus home I don't want no witness he a victim to the gunsmoke Work at night and we be grinding till the sun show I'm with my amigos ain't no Quavo I'm the huncho You the elephant in the room nigga Dumbo I came with the bands so you can't play me like a trumbone No disguise nigga Weight on me but I ain't tryna exercise nigga We got them boys doing laps, synchronized swimmer I pray to god I don't end up a homicide victim Look, they ain't with it, they won't do it like some homework, ay Off the gas nigga I ain't doing no percs, ay 5K on his head now he Smokepurpp, ay Fuck a fashion brand, he can get his own shirt, ay Riding with a mask nigga, forget the virus If real niggas immortal my niggas never dying NoCap like I'm Rylo that mean I'm never lying Shoota beat up the track just like domestic violence Broski dodging fed sentences Huh, I'm in love with dead presidents We be stepping 'bout some pride this ain't no parade Like Steve Kerr, keep some shooters, this ain't Golden State, bitch Give a nigga stitches like a sewing kit You tryna be a hero but they don't exist Jumping on the beat like a pogostick Bitch, you know the niggas I be rolling with We don't fuck with fakes you niggas banging on the net That boy a undercover he be hanging with the feds Tennis bracelet for my shordy like the US Open I'm a survivor of this shit ain't no Kelly Rowland, yeah You know about us even blind niggas can tell we rolling, yeah Moh murdered the beat One take, bring the yellow tape
Writer(s): Jeffrey Cote Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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