[Intro]
Ayy
This that Dody6, X4, Gunplay shit
FBEAT go crazy
[Verse 1: Dody6 & X4]
Bitch, kill it with the German before we touch your baby daddy
He thought that little bitch was straight, had that bitch lead cut
Walk him down, chase him down, I see busters in the alley
He was tryna hide, through them cars, outside and we found him
I was in Smokey Andy, where the ****'s Stanley House?
I was in my tiny, in my infant, ready to slum you out
I'm like, where a nigga from? Don't give a ****, I'll max you out
Let the wrong nigga fall up in here, repacking him up
Let a nigga do too much with them hands, then I'm stabbing the nigga
I heard you did bonk in that ride, start grabbing on me
Hey, we heard you NPC, cause you can hang with the lux
That nigga is a bitch, a joke
I done walked on level fours of real killers, real demons
I done bounced up out that car and walked up on him, he ain't even seen me
I got a nightmare with me right now and I feel like Teeezy
I beat the pussy up like Rihanna, my name Breezy
Boy, I keep jumping out the car with the squeezy
Every time I jump on that suit, you won't see me
Put a trophy by his name, I think he wanna be me
Why you come out with them tanks, you know they fake as ****
Bitch, I bought another Mercedes, man, I been saving up
That nigga can't come back to the block, that nigga a buster dog
How the **** you say you gangland, but you ain't tough as us
Crazy, scary, spooky, hilarious
Any, many, many more, I'm tryna tag a nigga
I'm tryna tag a nigga, I'm tryna tag a nigga
I left out Bad and Bougie, bitch, I seen more than 200 bands
Let's play Rick and Ronda, Rosie on they block, I got a big chop
Bitch, stop, I been running Latino Hip-Hop
I'm popping on TikTok, I ain't even got a TikTok
With my homies from 40s, and it's the crip walk
I'm like, ooh, dirty boss about the pennies, still trippin'
Tell lefty, put the blower in my life hand, so I can get him
I was like 11 when I first jumped off the floor and started cripplin'
I get old when I bounce up off that car and handle business
Walk around the court like with the homie, we trippin'
We seen the enemy, lined him up, jumped him, then kicked him
L.A. Corp tanks, I get crack and I keep blickin'
Nigga think I'm a rapper, I'ma show him, I gotta stick him
Explosive radiance blow, ayy, lefty got the Glock on
Ayy, the studio get rollin', you see touch bands?
You see the nigga with the skit, he got two glickies
You see the Jeep outside, we tryna creep on the nigga (Huh)
We tryna creep on the nigga (Huh)
Yeah, it's the walk down gang, nigga