Lyrics: Jayden Whittier-Jones
Music: Charles Nelson Forsberg
Foenem in this bitch with me, gang in this bitch, blood
Five fingers to the sky, niggas know how we ride, Zoo Life 'till I die, nigga
Niggas know what the **** goin' on, 26-12 shit, bitch
26-12, they wanna know the meanin'
All my bitches know I'm leavin', I don't need a reason
Before you think 'bout tweakin' with us, take it up with Jesus
'Cause nine times outta' ten, you gon' get sent to meet him
I talk about drugs because they make me happy
And my lil' cousin trap house look like a Klan rally (Baow, baow)
Tryna catch a nigga pissin' in that alley
My cougar bitch call me grandbaby, since I can't be daddy
**** your music, that shit, I'm not tryna hear
First of all, I'm not no rapper, I'm just tryna make it clΠ΅ar
Don't drive too fast or way too slow, I'm quick to say boy on that whip
Dump at that ride, they spin again, just likΠ΅ a burger, that bitch flipped
Hit the floor, I'm the biggest, I'm the mother****in' GOAT
If you not feelin' what I'm sayin', here's the mother****in' door
In the black truck, face in lap, I'm somewhere ridin' with your ho
I feel like Base God, tell your bitch I'm comin' for her throat, nigga
Chicken, chicken, fry his ass
Face shot, chest shot, then I thigh his ass
Face card good, you gon' see me ridin' past
They see my little ass, and niggas get to walkin' fast (Baow, baow)
Got the child lock on, I'm out the roof blickin' (Baow, baow)
Get down or lay down when I shoot, nigga (Baow, baow)
Marchin' down your block, 'cause we the troops, nigga (Baow, baow)
We don't wanna hang with these new niggas
Claimin' that they shooters, they won't hurt a fly
That man was they only slider, know they hurt he died
You the reason that your homie down for thirty-five
All that for nothin', still got out and got shot thirty times
You was there, I know you seen them hoes in 'em, then like, damn, do it
Boy, you always got them hoes with ya
Every where you go, you always bring the ****in' poles with you
And you got a chopper that's gon' sing like Keyshia Cole, nigga
Boy, I c-c-cook shit up, don't get put on the stove, nigga
We bang young and old niggas, boy, I thought I told niggas
We treat niggas just like clothes, we'll lint roll niggas
We gon' check your car for this, since you think you a bold nigga
Hold on, I say
Chicken, chicken, fry his ass
Face shot, chest shot, then I thigh his ass
Face card good, you gon' see me ridin' past
They see my little ass, and niggas get to walkin' fast (Baow, baow)
Got the child lock on, I'm out the roof blickin' (Baow, baow)
Get down or lay down when I shoot, nigga (Baow, baow)
Marchin' down your block, 'cause we the troops, nigga (Baow, baow)
We don't wanna hang with these new niggas (Baow, baow)
Got the child lock on, I'm out the roof blickin' (Baow, baow)
Get down or lay down when I shoot, nigga (Baow, baow)
Marchin' down your block, 'cause we the troops, nigga (Baow, baow)
We don't wanna hang with these new niggas