[Chorus] Wait, slow it down (Baow) Okay, okay, okay (Don't give no fuck, Yo, Varohl) If 12 comin', we gon' take 'em on the chase (I ain't give no fuck) Just a cold heart and a banger on my waist (Them Glocks gon' bust) And they hoppin' out, nigga, that ain't no debate
[Verse 1] And them killers gon' jump out the roof If I give them the green, then them lil' niggas shoot, uh And I really got rich out the blue But I see red when I'm in the booth His advance, I spent that on the coupe Had to really take a stand with the troops Uh, so, bitch, if you see me, salute And we too turnt, nigga, we don't recruit I seen his lil' diss, that was cute My lil' sniper gon' blow like a flute And shout out to Pop Smoke But they don't really wanna fuck with Lil' Woo Beat alright, boy, you talking to who? I got shooters that don't even hoop If it's that, ain't no callin' a truce Why they mad? I'm just talkin' the truth, bitch
[Chorus] Wait, slow it down (Baow) Okay, okay, okay (Don't give no fuck, Yo, Varohl) If 12 comin', we gon' take 'em on the chase (I ain't give no fuck) Just a cold heart and a banger on my waist (Them Glocks gon' bust) And they hoppin' out, nigga, that ain't no debate
[Verse 2] If you diss on the 'net, get your scalp hit You'd be better off watchin' your mouth, bitch Real killers don't care 'bout no clout shit They ain't drop, spin the block, reroute quick Hut one, hut two, we steppin' We be really tryna use these weapons Squeezin' on that two plus seven Hollows plus you, that's Heaven Man, I really done turned to a maniac In that storm, I was stuck where it's rainy at If they owe me respect, gotta pay me that So his mama gon' cry for her baby back And if all of them die, I'm okay with that 'Cause the G-A-N-G, we don't play with that Four-nickel, I packaged the Drac' with that Walk up and make sure that his brains splat
[Chorus] Wait, slow it down (Baow) Okay, okay, okay (Don't give no fuck, Yo, Varohl) If 12 comin', we gon' take 'em on the chase (I ain't give no fuck) Just a cold heart and a banger on my waist (Them Glocks gon' bust) And they hoppin' out, nigga, that ain't no debateTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
