Lyrics: Shadon Burnell
Music: Charles Forsberg/J Allen Kollie
Said,like free the sweeps,like
RIP Kev, like, free the top dogs, like
You Know how we be, like ,**** the opps
Alright,die Woo
Come here,come here
Graah,graah boom
Graah,ayo,G
He try to run,but its nowhere to go(Graah,graah)
And if you gonna slide its okay,let me know
He aint slick,he think that he low
Better get out the way before Igotta throw
Bad bitch shakin her hips on the low
Thats Thunder Bklu,word to bro Im gettin close
Diddy cant breathe,caught a shot to the throat
Like like,wht the **** is a O?(Graah,graah)
Said he gon spin,I could bet you he dont
He tryna flick but I bet you he wont
Change the fit,put Prada all my clothes
He tryna to run,the knocker on his coat
Where the Glosat? im with Jay(Graah,graah)
Like,where the Os at? Lookin for EK
Spinning two deep,its just me and my bae
And i bet if I flick, i make the whole shir shake(Graah,graah,boom)
Clear the crowd out,nobody safe
Keep shakin her hips,she tryna be with gang
Bout to flick near his bitch,just move her out the wat
Try to dip,leave him nowhere to run to
Beam on the G,why the **** would I tussle?
Get up close,gotta walk with the duffle
Push up on twin,i bet you I still dust you
Like like,we got into a scuffle
Lil bro in the spot,gon flock it if he want to
I got knock,its no need to jump you
Like,dont try to reach,Ima done you
I get active,I see why they mad
Dougie B keep on dissin til he se the MAC
Like,we in the Sev,I dont know where they at
Like,Thunder Bklu said Im lying,thats cap
Seen Gotti Bklu go and ask
He aint come out his room,was talkin to the staff
that nigga pu**y,like,word to my dead
Like,DOA block got me fed
Yo,I pary that I see Blu, Ima make him see red
And if bro throw a couple,bet you throw next,like
shh.nigga,bet,like,nigga,I said what I said
Fell in love with bendin through the Sev
Like,I bet,I flick faster cause one in the head
Like, bet,I flick faster, like
He try to run,but its nowhere to go(Graah,graah)
And if you gonna slide,its okay,let me know
He aint slick,he think that he low
Better get out the way before I gotta throw
Bad bitch shakin her hips on the low
Thats Thunder Bklu,word to bro,im gettin close
Diddy cant breathe,caught a shot to the throat
Like like,what the **** is a O?
Said he gon spin I could bet you he dont(Ski, ski)
He tryna flick,but I bet you he wont
Change the fit,put Prada all my clothes
He tryna to run,the knocker on his coat
Like,he tryna run,like
Hey
Come here,come here