(Kilo made this)
(JD On Tha Track)
Hey
Ayy
Shooter tryna up that pole
He said it's smoke, but that boy don't want it with them
Lotta niggas act like hoes
And that's the reason I can't get money with them (hey)
Soon as I started to run it up
All of my bitches say I'm movin' funny with them
She gave me head like a dummy or some'
She left her friend but she wanted to come
Thirty clip on me, I wanted the drum
Drive the foreign like I'm wanted or some'
See the boys and hit the gas in the whip
Heater on me like I'm under the sun
Ayy, brodie scorin' like he play for the Suns
When we catch him we put him in a blunt
Action movie, I just came in to stunt
Niggas ain't real, ain't shit shows
I gotta get to the top, callin' reach for my goals
No, I can't run from no pole
Fuck around, that shit'll take a nigga out his scope
Rollin' on the oppss, we bros
Niggas can say what they want, they already know
Y'all better stick to the code
Bodies droppin', like eleven niggas in a row
I keep it on me, don't pass that
Run up on me, you gon' leave with a hashtag
Boy, you a lame, where your bag at?
I hit his bitch, I was makin' her gag-gag
And I know what they mad at
Caught a opp out doley, his melon spillazat
I keep having'these flashbacks
Tryna fill it with pain, everything, I see matte black
Shooter tryna up that pole
He said it's smoke, but that boy don't want it with them
Lotta niggas act like hoes
And that's the reason I can't get money with them (hey)
Soon as I started to run it up
All of my bitches say I'm movin' funny with them
She gave me head like a dummy or some'
She left her friend but she wanted to come
Thirty clip on me, I wanted the drum
Drive the foreign like I'm wanted or some'
See the boys and hit the gas in the whip
Heater on me like I'm under the sun
Ayy, brodie scorin' like he play for the Suns
When we catch him we put him in a blunt
Action movie, I just came in to stunt
Hood Fav, know this ain't what you want (hey)
Let the flame off, turn 'em to Runtz (grrah, baow)
Niggas hate to see you up in the front
Drive the foreign with the trunk in the front
Young niggas gotta get it
And we gotta put on for the city, though (on for the city though)
Where I'm from they move dirty
When they catch a body, they got it on video
Don't got no love for these dirty bitches
I don't even want them in my videos (them in my videos)
Pour a Drac' in the mornin' like cereal (like cereal)
I can't fuck with these niggas, they flip-flop (they flip-flop)
This is real nigga music, not hip-hop (not hip-hop)
Diamonds dancin' like they makin' TikToks (they makin' TikToks)
From the bottom, went up to the tip-top (up to the tip-top)
Don't pull up on me wrong, get your shit popped (grrah, baow)
Shooter tryna up that pole
He said it's smoke, but that boy don't want it with them
Lotta niggas act like hoes
And that's the reason I can't get money with them (hey)
Soon as I started to run it up
All of my bitches say I'm movin' funny with them (hey)
She gave me head like a dummy or some'
She left her friend but she wanted to come
Thirty clip on me, I wanted the drum
Drive the foreign like I'm wanted or some'
See the boys and hit the gas in the whip
Heater on me like I'm under the sun
Ayy, brodie scorin' like he play for the Suns
When we catch him we put him in a blunt
Action movie, I just came in to stunt (hey)
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With Them - Jay Critch and Lil Tjay
