[Verse 1: Kyle Richh] Glah and you can get hit, damn, show no remorse with the stick Like, damn, told bro, he on the top Stay true to yourself 'cause these niggas gon' watch Big knoggy, don't do the boxin' My bitch a baddie, she like bein' toxic Damn, in a room full of hate and I'm boxed in He think he let 4-1, bitch, drop him Can't toss that knock, been popped it Gun in my draws, it can't fit in my pocket Can't toss that knock, been popped it Gun in my draws, it can't fit in my pocket He tried to swim, he got left with his noggin' He ain't official, he hate from a distance Like, he get hit if he slippin' Beam on the gun, how the fuck could I miss him?
[Chorus: Jenn Carter] Like, what? How you say you my homie (Goddam) Run down, dump that ooter (Goddam) And that boy is a kid, I'm a tutor Hit him in the back and he turn to a booger And I'm clutchin' my Ruger, look Niggas be shootin' like Shaq on a free throw (Like, dam) He got put in a blunt, he wanna be a shooter, (Glah-glah) We don't speak on no, long as we know
[Verse 3: Tata] And we steppin' on any occasion, everything deady, nigga, I'm not playin' (Glah) I'ma go kuu like I'm Super Saiyan and I throw up the 4, niggas know that I'm dangerous Whatever they throw up, I drop that shit, opp bitch, smack that bitch Knocker on me, movin' like a visit, if he talkin' on the gang, Jenny, clap that bitch Up the knocker, aim it at his mind, if I reach for my pants, on bro, I'm not bluffin' Niggas talkin', they know nothin', if I don't got it on me, I'ma punch him Like, captain, I'm the cruiser, like goose, got these niggas duckin' Everything dead, when they see me, they runnin', I walk in the spot and got them bitches blushin'
[Verse 4: Jenn Carter] Glah, said I told her to wait, no you cannot eat none the food on my plate Said you niggas is fake, phonie, don't need a army, I spin on my doley In the sky like a hawk, Tony, KR the G, he gon' hop out the stoley She gon' ride it like she on a pony, niggas is dissin', but they do not know me
[Chorus: Jenn Carter] Like, what? How you say you my homie, run down, dump that ooter (Goddam) And that boy is a kid, I'm a tutor, hit in the back and he turn to a booger And I'm clutchin' my Ruger, look, niggas be shootin' like Shaq on a free throw He got put in a blunt, he wanna be a shooter, (Glah-glah), we don't speak on no shit long, as we know (What?) Like, what? How you say you my homie, run down, dump that ooter (Goddam) And that boy is a kid, I'm a tutor, hit in the back and he turn to a booger (Like, what?) And I'm clutchin' my Ruger, look, niggas be shootin' like Shaq on a free throw (Like, damn) He got put in a blunt, he wanna be a shooter, (Glah-glah), we don't speak on no shit, long as we know (What?)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
