[Chorus] Hit it out the park, I might just hit a home run I call my brothers up and they gon' get your folks gone And when you dead, know, boy, you done, no, there's no respawn I told that bitch, "Get out my phone," no, I won't respond
[Verse 1] New Benz, gon' crash it out Told the opps, "Nigga, look at me now" Know my brodie gon' air it out New link wan' head to town Boxfest, we smoking pounds Can't let my family down Standing up, not standing down Know the silencer make no sound, yeah Bitch, I am the one, wrap your head around the truth Tryna find out what's the problem, bitch, we tryna get to that root And my brother pulled that Ruger out, that bitch gon' bust and shoot Got some money now, so gon' put them diamonds on my tooth, yeah Gettin' that green like Peter Pan Fans pull up and they fill the stands Said he wan' slide, nigga, get your mans Walk in the club and I blow ten grand Girl at my crib, yeah, she my masseuse Dumping that body, not leaving no clue That nigga cappin', not telling the truth I told her, "Shake it," she movin' them glutes I make a hit when I walk in the booth I cannot fuck with a nigga named **** I got some brothers, that's only a few Feel like I'm joeyy, I shoot out the roof Shoutout to quinn, still stay with the troops Shoutout to Wido, know my niggas cool Diamonds on me, and they shine like a pool Callin' up DAMI and he sayin', "Bool" She wanna come spent the night (On God), I'm finna take her inside Ten bands? That's some' light (On God), making that shit every night And I don't care bout' no tag (On God), nigga, just tell me that price And the choppa gon' say farewell (On God), gonna wish that boy bye-bye
[Verse 2] Nigga wan' count me out, well, bitch, I'm here to stay Camo on me, that Bape One-thirty on my dash, nigga know that we speedin' all up on that interstate Walk in that party and that bitch finna get it jumpin', I ain't ever come to play Let my brodie know, and we gon' really get to dumping like I'm Zuko with the flame Gotta make sure your people good and your circle small, niggas move like snakes Better make sure that love genuine 'fore you're in too deep, 'fore it's too late Gotta make sure that my family good, touch down in the Chi' and I hit lil' Jake If he got popped, put boy in a wood, gonna smoke that pack 'til the shit in the face
[Chorus] Hit it out the park, I might just hit a home run I call my brothers up and they gon' get your folks gone And when you dead, know, boy, you done, no, there's no respawn I told that bitch, "Get out my phone," no, I won't respond Hit it out the park, I might just hit a home run I call my brothers up and they gon' get your folks gone And when you dead, know, boy, you done, no, there's no respawn I told that bitch, "Get out my phone," no, I won't respond (Yeah, yeah)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.