[Intro]
Ayy Terk, Sparkheem
[Chorus: Lil Gray]
Lie, cheat, and steal, like I'm Eddy, plus I'm hooked on medics
I got mass appeal, nah, for real, I just hope they ready
Chop him up, came with machete
Cook his ass, I came with Betty
That's how the grass got filled with teddies
I do him bad like Jason, Freddy
Don't ask me how much, bitch, I want all
Bitch, I'm quick to move fast like I can't pause
Wrap the volumes in the pack, shit, I feel bad
Bitch, I'm turning on your street, finna flick the ave
[Verse 1: Borleone]
He got left in the dirt, now I'm hittin' the dash
I fuck on that bitch and I slap on her ass
I keep me a Glock, extended the mag
I just came from the worst, I just shitted on past
I'm servin' the J's broad day or the doc (Hey junkies)
Pot jump, water with the rock
He bitch-made, man, he never had a hot (You bitch-made, nigga)
I fuck on his bitch, and he was an opp (Bitch)
We back on the block, nigga, servin' bags
Got pretty eyes, fat ass, Stacey Dash
Whole gang with me, yeah, they launching on my lash (Hey gang)
My traphouse jump, junkies, yeah, they spazz
[Verse 2: Goonew]
Traphouse jump, yeah, bitch, it jam
I'm servin' them junkies, serve 'em off the pan
Walk down, bitch, I'm really tryna cash
I heard he the move, I'm pullin' down my MAC
I stay with the Buddha, junkies say it's glass
I'm Big 64, to come, you need a pass
Big four-fifth'll make a nigga dash
Chopper hit him, sit him on his ass
[Verse 3: Lil Gray]
Pull up on your bitch and shake the earth
High precision, hit 'em where it hurts
Shoot his neck, I think I hit a nerve
That boy a nerd, he known for shooting Nerfs
Pull an herb, I got it from the earth
They ask for real, I had to stop the search
Turn on the stove, my hand'll go berserk
He wanted clout but then he earned a shirt
[Chorus: Lil Gray]
Lie, cheat, and steal, like I'm Eddy, plus I'm hooked on medics
I got mass appeal, nah, for real, I just hope they ready
Chop him up, came with machete
Cook his ass, I came with Betty
That's how the grass got filled with teddies
I do him bad like Jason, Freddy
Don't ask me how much, bitch, I want all
Bitch, I'm quick to move fast like I can't pause
Wrap the volumes in the pack, shit, I feel bad
Bitch, I'm turning on your street, finna flick the ave
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