Lyrics

We ode geeked we in here smoking on dead opps We push up in big black trucks wit hollow tips that hit like rocks Luh bruh boolin in hood his wit a FN in all black crocks If he go walking on they street he'll take shit down for a new glock See i'm only in 9th grade stepping on shit in dolce and gabanna I got bruh ex calling my phone while he wearing fake balenciaga's I know a young nigga, 13, having that pape steppin in prada's Twin got dreads inside his head and slang dem hoes like he rasta In my room L-E-D's. I'm gon spray 223's And i wasn't 13 for i put opp hoe onna knees Luh bruh died, the, next, day, after, he dissed 23 We start taxing on they block, to get back home gotta pay a fee I don't wanna hear dat bullshit, we da real way reckless I like gettin my dick sucked buh when she can't, phone got blessings He keep speaking on my name, ask dear god why he testing Creep right out da cut wit 30 den start shootin like my stephen Pussy nigga We ode geeked we in here smoking on dead opps We push up in big black trucks wit hollow tips that hit like rocks Luh bruh boolin in his hood his hood wit a fn in brand new crocks If he go walking on they street he'll take shit down for a new glock He told lies to his ma dukes for his whole life and den started snitching Seven grams inside blunt it's been 3 hours bihh still hittin Had to give up my dam fully i can't lie it started glitching But i gotta give my props if i tapped once it still start spittin Oh lan like dat? ok come show me nigga Drop dat fake ass rollie nigga Water round my neck for slim 10, could get you folded nigga For a light luh 50 have dem smackers come thru blowin nigga I think i could out smell pussy, smell the hoe in niggas We ode geeked we in here smoking on dead opps We pull up in big black trucks wit hollow tips that hit like rocks Luh bruh boolin in hood his wit a fn in all black crocks If he go walking on they street he'll take shit down for a new glock
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