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Lyrics : 4X
Just got off the phone with my partner
He told me he need three, I told him I got him (Ha)
You probably ain't heard how I'm rockin'
I'll beat yo' a** up, leave my gun in my pocket (Yeah)
Just went up on my prices, you dig? (I went up)
Keep a gun wit' no license, you dig?
Off the top, I ain't writin' this sh*t (Uh-uh)
I keep a Glock, I ain't fightin' you (B*t*h)
Yeah, I'm tryna strike him (Come here)
I got sh*t on lock, Rikers (On lock)
Sent the DM, she think that I like her (Uh-huh)
I just want some good head, she want t**les (That neck)
Got my music on Apple and Tidal (Ha)
I got the juice like I'm Snapple, I'm viral (Ha-ha)
She sucked my d**k for a pic (Uh-huh)
I smack her a**, give her d**k (D**k, d**k)
I'll turn your a** to a lick (B*t*h)
We hop off the sprinter with sticks
We came for a show, but these rods ain't for show
N***a do the wrong thing and we endin' his sh*t (On gang)
Bruh, hop off the stage then we fallin' (Uh)
N***a reach, is you tryna go viral? (Pu**y)
He get beat to sleep for playin' tough in the club
He won't remember tomorrow (Gang)
I'm a real-I'm a real blockstar (Uh-huh)
Stunna man got the block bumpin' (Uh-huh)
My name in the streets like I popped somethin' (Yeah)
N***a play with my name, have the block jumpin' (Uh-uh)
Your b*t*h on my d**k when I drop somethin' (Ooh)
You ain't hit no licks, n***a, stop frontin' (Uh-uh)
I ain't tryna lip box
I'm tryna knock him out the frame, Stunna gon' crop somethin' (Come here)
Lookin' for his b*t*h like he lost somethin' (Where she at?)
She wit' me, I got my feet up (Ha, ha)
My d**k on the plate, make her eat up (Eat)
He can still get a P, bro, they cheap (Ha)
A trapper turned rapper
Been losin' my plays 'cause I've been out of town for a week (Damn)
Too busy, I can't pick my phone up (I can't)
Don't argue with hoes, b*t*h, we grown-ups (Yeah)
I walk it out, DJ Unk (Walk it out)
Got that fire on me, not f**k with Trump (Got that fire)
Do my dance on your main, she gon' f**k
N***a, play with the gang if you want (Yeah)
I'll do a show, get you hit (Get you hit)
Hundred twenty-five hoes on my d**k (Twenty-five)
I bumped into your swoop, she a goner (She gone)
She wasn't my type of boo, I ain't want her (Uh-uh)
Pa**ed it down through the crew, here go Stunna (Okay)
Uh, bro send that pack off like a punter (Trap)
I son that boy like his uncle (B*t*h)
He claimin' somethin', we puttin' him under (Come here)
We beat down his block like some drummers (Wham)
No Thug, I'm really with gunners (Slime)
Ayy, I'm in her mouth like a sucker (Ooh)
I use her face, I won't nut on the covers (Thot, thot)
Four times, these b*t*hes love me (Four times)
See me with DaBaby, now they wanna f**k me (Gang)
And if I do, b*t*h, you lucky (Ooh)
Ha, I bet he gon' die if he touch me (Wham)
Four times, four times, four times
Pop your sh*t, n***a, pop your sh*t, go 'head
Four times
Pop your sh*t
Blank Blank
Pop it
Blank Blank
Pop your sh*t, talk your sh*t
Yeah, hottest young n***a doin' this sh*t, b*t*h (B*t*h)
Four way, you get this sh*t the glo way
Hallway, rundown, god way, grahh
That's why I f**k wit' n***a
That's why I f**k wit' that n***a right there
Huh?
He gon' pop his sh*t, you hear me?
Huh? Huh?
Real talk, I'm the best motherf**kin' rapper, Stunna the best young n***a rapper, b*t*h, we takin' over
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He told me he need three, I told him I got him (Ha)
You probably ain't heard how I'm rockin'
I'll beat yo' a** up, leave my gun in my pocket (Yeah)
Just went up on my prices, you dig? (I went up)
Keep a gun wit' no license, you dig?
Off the top, I ain't writin' this sh*t (Uh-uh)
I keep a Glock, I ain't fightin' you (B*t*h)
Yeah, I'm tryna strike him (Come here)
I got sh*t on lock, Rikers (On lock)
Sent the DM, she think that I like her (Uh-huh)
I just want some good head, she want t**les (That neck)
Got my music on Apple and Tidal (Ha)
I got the juice like I'm Snapple, I'm viral (Ha-ha)
She sucked my d**k for a pic (Uh-huh)
I smack her a**, give her d**k (D**k, d**k)
I'll turn your a** to a lick (B*t*h)
We hop off the sprinter with sticks
We came for a show, but these rods ain't for show
N***a do the wrong thing and we endin' his sh*t (On gang)
Bruh, hop off the stage then we fallin' (Uh)
N***a reach, is you tryna go viral? (Pu**y)
He get beat to sleep for playin' tough in the club
He won't remember tomorrow (Gang)
I'm a real-I'm a real blockstar (Uh-huh)
Stunna man got the block bumpin' (Uh-huh)
My name in the streets like I popped somethin' (Yeah)
N***a play with my name, have the block jumpin' (Uh-uh)
Your b*t*h on my d**k when I drop somethin' (Ooh)
You ain't hit no licks, n***a, stop frontin' (Uh-uh)
I ain't tryna lip box
I'm tryna knock him out the frame, Stunna gon' crop somethin' (Come here)
Lookin' for his b*t*h like he lost somethin' (Where she at?)
She wit' me, I got my feet up (Ha, ha)
My d**k on the plate, make her eat up (Eat)
He can still get a P, bro, they cheap (Ha)
A trapper turned rapper
Been losin' my plays 'cause I've been out of town for a week (Damn)
Too busy, I can't pick my phone up (I can't)
Don't argue with hoes, b*t*h, we grown-ups (Yeah)
I walk it out, DJ Unk (Walk it out)
Got that fire on me, not f**k with Trump (Got that fire)
Do my dance on your main, she gon' f**k
N***a, play with the gang if you want (Yeah)
I'll do a show, get you hit (Get you hit)
Hundred twenty-five hoes on my d**k (Twenty-five)
I bumped into your swoop, she a goner (She gone)
She wasn't my type of boo, I ain't want her (Uh-uh)
Pa**ed it down through the crew, here go Stunna (Okay)
Uh, bro send that pack off like a punter (Trap)
I son that boy like his uncle (B*t*h)
He claimin' somethin', we puttin' him under (Come here)
We beat down his block like some drummers (Wham)
No Thug, I'm really with gunners (Slime)
Ayy, I'm in her mouth like a sucker (Ooh)
I use her face, I won't nut on the covers (Thot, thot)
Four times, these b*t*hes love me (Four times)
See me with DaBaby, now they wanna f**k me (Gang)
And if I do, b*t*h, you lucky (Ooh)
Ha, I bet he gon' die if he touch me (Wham)
Four times, four times, four times
Pop your sh*t, n***a, pop your sh*t, go 'head
Four times
Pop your sh*t
Blank Blank
Pop it
Blank Blank
Pop your sh*t, talk your sh*t
Yeah, hottest young n***a doin' this sh*t, b*t*h (B*t*h)
Four way, you get this sh*t the glo way
Hallway, rundown, god way, grahh
That's why I f**k wit' n***a
That's why I f**k wit' that n***a right there
Huh?
He gon' pop his sh*t, you hear me?
Huh? Huh?
Real talk, I'm the best motherf**kin' rapper, Stunna the best young n***a rapper, b*t*h, we takin' over
Blank Blank
