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Letra : Kyrie Irving
Got a white plug and that n***a named Johnny
My choppa sl*tty, it's gon' f**k anybody
B*t*h, I'm with the gang, posted with my crodies
I'm swingin' my thing, like I took a potty
And that boy talkin' crazy, put him on the list
I'm not flexin', my n***a, I stay with these blicks
I'm not flexin', my n***a, I stay with this b*t*h
You a lil' a** jit, can't pay for no stick
Brand new SRT, I'm swervin'
She bad as a b*t*h, but look better in person
That Glock finna f**k 'em, now he not a virgin
B*t*h, I'm finna cross a n***a, Kyrie Irving
I'm slimin' these n***as, no cap, I'm Persian
And that boy try to slide on yvngxchris, it wasn't workin'
I'ma slide to the telly and f**k on a thotty
And that boy tried to run, then I pulled out the shotty
I got a white plug and that n***a named Johnny
My choppa sl*tty, it's gon' f**k anybody
B*t*h, I'm with the gang, posted with my crodies
I'm swingin' my thing, like I took a potty
And that boy talkin' crazy, put him on the list
I'm not flexin', my n***a, I stay with these blicks
I'm not flexin', my n***a, I stay with this b*t*h
You a lil' a** jit, can't pay for no stick
Shе tryna f**k when I walk in the party
I'm slimin' thesе n***as, I never say sorry
I'm f**kin' yo' b*t*h, tweakin' off a molly
That boy talkin' down, hit his a** with the Glock
We gon' pull up on him, leave his a** in a jam
Yeah, I'm tryna f**k this lil' b*t*h on the cam
I got a white shooter, that n***a named Sam
Walk in the party, they know who I am
It's Christian Dior on my body
Glock with a d**k, it'll f**k anybody
I walk in this b*t*h and I'm smokin' exotic
I'm f**kin' your b*t*h when I switch she a thotty
If you want the smoke, we ain't sendin' no diss
And we in the field, n***as sendin' them blitz
I'm knockin' 'em off if you f**k with yvngxchris
These n***as be cappin', I know he a b*t*h
B*t*h we never lackin', we stay with the stick
You a lil' a** jit , can't afford a Glock
Feel like Carti, keep it all in my sock
Armstrong how I'm moving these rocks
He ain't hard, it's just the way that he talk
Choppa my pet how that b*t*h get to barkin'
Slide on your block, it look like we was parkin'
Choppa paint ya wall, I feel like an artist
Drop the addy, we gon' raid his apartment
Pick your poison, I ain't talkin' 'bout ivy
Ballin' on these n***as, I feel like Kyrie
B*t*h, I'm coolin', give a f**k if you like me
Why he typin' if he ain't finna fight me?
Bro, you is soft, you weak like seven days
Won't last seven days, get the f**k out my way
I might just go and kill me a n***a, get paid
You be FaceTiming shawty while I'm f**kin' her face
I might dive in that pu**y, Trey Songz
I can't f**k with y'all n***as, ain't none of y'all [?]
And what's up with y'all n***as if you got a problem?
If a n***a can slide because I got it on me
Yeah, my choppa [?]
Out the options, my n***a, you dead and you know it
My Glock is a thot, she get fingered while blowin'
Pu**y n***as be hatin', but you just a fan
And Yung Dastard that n***a, the man with the plan
Pu**y a** n***a get marched like I play for the band
And my d**k put that b*t*h right to sleep, like a Xan
And my boys started this sh*t like we runnin' a trend
Gang, uh, uh, yeah, gang
Uh, yeah, ayy, yeah, gang, huh
Yeah, ayy, go back
My choppa sl*tty, it's gon' f**k anybody
B*t*h, I'm with the gang, posted with my crodies
I'm swingin' my thing, like I took a potty
And that boy talkin' crazy, put him on the list
I'm not flexin', my n***a, I stay with these blicks
I'm not flexin', my n***a, I stay with this b*t*h
You a lil' a** jit, can't pay for no stick
Brand new SRT, I'm swervin'
She bad as a b*t*h, but look better in person
That Glock finna f**k 'em, now he not a virgin
B*t*h, I'm finna cross a n***a, Kyrie Irving
I'm slimin' these n***as, no cap, I'm Persian
And that boy try to slide on yvngxchris, it wasn't workin'
I'ma slide to the telly and f**k on a thotty
And that boy tried to run, then I pulled out the shotty
I got a white plug and that n***a named Johnny
My choppa sl*tty, it's gon' f**k anybody
B*t*h, I'm with the gang, posted with my crodies
I'm swingin' my thing, like I took a potty
And that boy talkin' crazy, put him on the list
I'm not flexin', my n***a, I stay with these blicks
I'm not flexin', my n***a, I stay with this b*t*h
You a lil' a** jit, can't pay for no stick
Shе tryna f**k when I walk in the party
I'm slimin' thesе n***as, I never say sorry
I'm f**kin' yo' b*t*h, tweakin' off a molly
That boy talkin' down, hit his a** with the Glock
We gon' pull up on him, leave his a** in a jam
Yeah, I'm tryna f**k this lil' b*t*h on the cam
I got a white shooter, that n***a named Sam
Walk in the party, they know who I am
It's Christian Dior on my body
Glock with a d**k, it'll f**k anybody
I walk in this b*t*h and I'm smokin' exotic
I'm f**kin' your b*t*h when I switch she a thotty
If you want the smoke, we ain't sendin' no diss
And we in the field, n***as sendin' them blitz
I'm knockin' 'em off if you f**k with yvngxchris
These n***as be cappin', I know he a b*t*h
B*t*h we never lackin', we stay with the stick
You a lil' a** jit , can't afford a Glock
Feel like Carti, keep it all in my sock
Armstrong how I'm moving these rocks
He ain't hard, it's just the way that he talk
Choppa my pet how that b*t*h get to barkin'
Slide on your block, it look like we was parkin'
Choppa paint ya wall, I feel like an artist
Drop the addy, we gon' raid his apartment
Pick your poison, I ain't talkin' 'bout ivy
Ballin' on these n***as, I feel like Kyrie
B*t*h, I'm coolin', give a f**k if you like me
Why he typin' if he ain't finna fight me?
Bro, you is soft, you weak like seven days
Won't last seven days, get the f**k out my way
I might just go and kill me a n***a, get paid
You be FaceTiming shawty while I'm f**kin' her face
I might dive in that pu**y, Trey Songz
I can't f**k with y'all n***as, ain't none of y'all [?]
And what's up with y'all n***as if you got a problem?
If a n***a can slide because I got it on me
Yeah, my choppa [?]
Out the options, my n***a, you dead and you know it
My Glock is a thot, she get fingered while blowin'
Pu**y n***as be hatin', but you just a fan
And Yung Dastard that n***a, the man with the plan
Pu**y a** n***a get marched like I play for the band
And my d**k put that b*t*h right to sleep, like a Xan
And my boys started this sh*t like we runnin' a trend
Gang, uh, uh, yeah, gang
Uh, yeah, ayy, yeah, gang, huh
Yeah, ayy, go back
