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[Verse 1: Daboii]
And once your friends your enemies, this shit get tricky, nigga (Tricky, nigga)
Get you popped and ask, "Who shot ya?" Like I'm Biggie, nigga (Like I'm Biggie, nigga)
Og told me live my life 'cause I'm too risky wit' it (Risky)
And I could buy your little house and get your bitch evicted (Fuck it)
Bounce that ass, bitch, go on with your bad self
Lil' nigga talk crazy, boy, I'll whip you with your dad's belt
It's way too much sweat up in your leggings, bitch, your ass smell
He moved and thought that heaven was on earth 'til I come add hell
Macho man up on the Gram, but is you really that?
Better have the legs of Forrest Gump, bitch, when this semi blast (Boom, boom)
You is not my mans, might know my hair, but you can't get a dab
And she like, "What's your needs, babe?" Not much, but you can give me cash
She want me now, but back then, the bitch done did me bad
Shopping in Topanga with my bitch, I feel like Trippie Redd
A lot of shit ain't adding up and I done did the math
A nigga touch my chain up in this bitch, I tear this bitch in half, bitch

[Chorus: Yhung T. O., Daboii,  Slimmy B]
D-Boii, where that Glock at?
It's on my hip, bro
Cold hearted, I can't trust shit
On my kinfolk
Choppa bullets get to flyin'
Make 'em get low
And I'd never cuff a bitch
And I still won't
Nigga on the gang

[Verse 2: Yhung T. O.]
Ask about my name up in these streets, they know I'm certified
Pussy nigga speakin' on the dead, then you deserve to die
Bro just got the drop, we load up chop, and that's a homicide
The truth is time is money, baby, I don't got the time to lie
Name a time you niggas slid, don't know who you niggas is
Don't know what you niggas 'bout or what you do or what you did
The streets talkin', they'll tell you since day one I been the nig
We been rockin' out on niggas like a baby in a crib
And I got choppa in the house 'cause it's like eighty in the crib
Never wash my own clothes 'cause I got baby in the crib
Before I jumped up off the porch, all I wanted was a Benz
Now I got three cribs, I got three whips
I got three chains, I got three sticks up in this whip
Ain't nobody safe up in this bitch
Coulda went and bought the car but put the Wraith up on my wrist
She put heart eyes on my pic, he put a whoopin' on his bitch
And brodie packin' niggas out just for looking in his bitch, gang

[Chorus: Yhung T. O., Daboii,  Slimmy B]
D-Boii, where that Glock at?
It's on my hip, bro
Cold hearted, I can't trust shit
On my kinfolk
Choppa bullets get to flying
Make 'em get low
And I'd never cuff a bitch
And I still won't
Nigga on the gang

[Verse 3: Slimmy B]
'Ight, nigga, be cool (Be cool)
This mac could knock a nigga out his shoes (Boom, boom, ah)
Hella Glocks and poles when we cruise (When we cruise)
Fuckin' with them suckas, boy, you niggas get it too (Ah)
Wild nigga with a couple loose screws (Loose screws)
Pocket full of dubs with a couple loose blues (Loose blues)
Big body Benz, pull up in a new coupe (Skrrt, skrrt)
Niggas know that I'm a shooter and my niggas shoot too (Shoot too)
See a opp, bounce out, shit, fuck it (Shit, fuck it)
New Glock hold thirty, I'ma dump it (I'ma dump it)
All night, outside, bitch, we thuggin' (Bitch, we thuggin')
Srt Hellcat, this ain't no bucket
Fuck a nigga, fuck a bitch, I need bands (Need bands)
Blowin' fifties, blowin' hundreds 'cause I can ('Cause I can)
See a opp, he better pray this bitch jam (Bitch jam)
Pop a nigga, pop his bitch and his friends (Boom, boom)

[Chorus: Yhung T. O., Daboii,  Slimmy B]
D-Boii, where that Glock at?
It's on my hip, bro
Cold hearted, I can't trust shit
On my kinfolk
Choppa bullets get to flying
Make 'em get low
And I'd never cuff a bitch
And I still won't
Nigga on the gang

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