CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Section
FBeat go crazy (Crazy, crazy)
RB producing all the heat
If you're not from the set, b*t*h, get out the section (Get out)
Crips in the room, b*t*h, make some room (Scoop)
Better watch your tone, I'm a slider, that's on bone (Yeah, aight)
Follow you in the foreign, when you die, I go home (Huh)
That's what I thought (Thought), b*t*h, you thot (Bop)
You never heard of Blueface, you're not from the block
Was a beef to a chop (Woo), n***a, f**kin' stock
I'ma stick with the mob (Stick), b*t*h, it's a bop
Bart Simpson watch the [?rescue] not the slingshot
Getting money, free the homie, still send them grain dots
Orange chicken burger bustin' out the p*n*s
Wanna slash me on my chain just to take a picture in it, jump (That's a walk)
Couple stacks on Washington, no Wizards
n***a say you wanna punch, go ahead, throw 'em in the blender
Queen Anne out the park, shootin' dices with some members
And no, you can't hang if you ain't bringing your credentials, n***a
Uh, came through local in some southern (Ayy)
b*t*h gaggin' (Real)
Town n***as got it cracking (Ayy)
Make it bust, no jackin' (Yeah)
Got me dancing like Jacks'
I got a mate, I don't care what you askin', hey (Aah)
f**k that b*t*h right out her hair lashes
I was loaded, I don't care it was a catfish
RB producing all the heat
If you're not from the set, b*t*h, get out the section (Get out)
Crips in the room, b*t*h, make some room (Scoop)
Better watch your tone, I'm a slider, that's on bone (Yeah, aight)
Follow you in the foreign, when you die, I go home (Huh)
That's what I thought (Thought), b*t*h, you thot (Bop)
You never heard of Blueface, you're not from the block
Was a beef to a chop (Woo), n***a, f**kin' stock
I'ma stick with the mob (Stick), b*t*h, it's a bop
Bart Simpson watch the [?rescue] not the slingshot
Getting money, free the homie, still send them grain dots
Orange chicken burger bustin' out the p*n*s
Wanna slash me on my chain just to take a picture in it, jump (That's a walk)
Couple stacks on Washington, no Wizards
n***a say you wanna punch, go ahead, throw 'em in the blender
Queen Anne out the park, shootin' dices with some members
And no, you can't hang if you ain't bringing your credentials, n***a
Uh, came through local in some southern (Ayy)
b*t*h gaggin' (Real)
Town n***as got it cracking (Ayy)
Make it bust, no jackin' (Yeah)
Got me dancing like Jacks'
I got a mate, I don't care what you askin', hey (Aah)
f**k that b*t*h right out her hair lashes
I was loaded, I don't care it was a catfish
