Lyrics

Grra Grra Graa graa 2 3 shots out the stick yeah uh Tote big chops got a kick back uh Slide in all black for the get back uh Opp pack hit in the spliff yeah uh She on me she feeling the energy uh I do the hoe foul like a penalty uh Knock off his top like he Kennedy uh Block be too hot like a kettle be uh Only make hits when I hop in the booth Red key ain't no stopping the coupe I'm off a thirty I popped me a blue Cracked the seal on a pint yeah we popping it too Ain't bout the breesh then I'm not with the chit chat Got revolvers if we want his six pack Fist to his mouth all you heard was a click clack Why you stepping to me that's a miss match No I can't fuck with niggas if they broke Ain't even make it yet they call me the goat I hit up Rick nigga for the coat Wock or the Tris nigga do 'em both Ten in a week imma count it up Dodging the feds if we up in that Challenger Ten in a week imma uhh Dodging the uhh Graa graa 2 3 shots out the stick yeah uh Tote big chops got a kick back uh Slide in all black for the get back uh Opp pack hit in the spliff yeah uh She on me she feeling the energy uh I do the hoe foul like a penalty uh Knock off his top like he Kennedy uh Block be too hot like a kettle be uh
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