Lyrics
Grrah-grrah
Like, oh, he think I'm lacking?
But I'm not, like
Bet you I tweak when I flock
Like we done went back to back up on that block
Like if you don't back up off me then you flocked
Think this shit jam, like, bro, I broke the knock
Like, she gon' line em, I just got the drop, like
Tryna creep from behind em', click it till it drop, like
I start tweakin', fuck the cops, like
They stop breathin', when I flock
I get too sturdy when I'm off the wock, like
Gutta, Matt, Sam, shot
Notti, Ray, Milly, died
Like, how many opps had to go in a box?
Like, push up on me, then I bet he get flocked
Grrah
Grrah-grrah, grrah-grrah
He said, "Notti, Dotty, Sam"
Fuck the opps, niggas ran on his mans
I ain't hop out the box, nigga, we don't use hands
Graah-graah
Like, oh, he think I'm lacking?
But I'm not, like
Bet you I tweak when I flock
Like we done went back to back up on that block
Like if you don't back up off me then you flocked
Think this shit jam, like, bro, I broke the knock
Like, she gon' line em, I just got the drop, like
Tryna creep from behind em', click it till it drop, like
I start tweakin', fuck the cops, like
They stop breathin', when I flock
I get too sturdy when I'm off the wock, like
Gutta, Matt, Sam, shot
Notti, Ray, Milly, died
Like, how many opps had to go in a box?
Like, push up on me, then I bet he get flocked
Grrah
Grrah-grrah, grrah-grrah
He said, "Notti, Dotty, Sam"
Fuck the opps, niggas ran on his mans
I ain't hop out the box, nigga, we don't use hands
Writer(s): Qload D
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