Yeah I pulled up to the party with the gas
And I told her to Relax, and she tryna throw the back
Extended clip and drum mag on both sides
Im aimed in and scoped up like soul ties
Yeah he fell and can't get up just like an old guy
I told him stop and handle it just like the bold guy
Im getting green just like the grass, aint no gold mind
They call me Midnight Son of GOD, cause I got gold minds
Aye, Aye, Aye, back that shit
And Ima keep on goin' til' she wanna tap that shit
And I aint ever wanna smoke, but Imma gas the clip
And if you ever wanna fight, better gas the bitch
And we outside making movies finna cast the clique
Finna spin, no beretta, ski masked and shit
And I know you wanna be one
He a athlete bitch Im going D1
My bitch in the d1, your ex in the d2
Come on lil' baby lemme slide right through
Ive count these checks I got designer to my feet
Your ex boyfriend he not better than me
Bad lil' bitch she be takin' of her top
She really like the rain so Im throwing up my guap aye
A two seater, he doesnt like me either
Your ex is a pussy wildin' in a wife beater
Your bitch on my line like who tf is you aye
Wanna start fight you talkin kong fu
Your no bruce lee like what the fuck you on
And Ive been makin' moves until its fuckin' dawn
Shawty hit my line but she fuckin blocked your ass
And Ive been makin hits my girl thinks its gas
Like Ive been makin stacks that you cannot relate aye
Shoot you with my draco your ass gonna fade
Aye, Aye, Aye, back that shit
And Ima keep on goin' til' she wanna tap that shit
And I aint ever wanna smoke, but Imma gas the clip
And if you ever wanna fight, better gas the bitch
And we outside making movies finna cast the clique
Finna spin, no beretta, ski masked and shit
And I know you wanna be one
He a athlete bitch Im going D1
