[Intro]

(Charisma)

[Verse 1: DaBoii]

I ain't fuckin' with you niggas, bitch, stay over there

Two Glocks under the mat, a K in the chair

It's a dirty ass game, fuck playin' it fair

And if a nigga want smoke we takin' it there

Bitches love to break they necks, I'm makin' 'em stare

Twin Glocks for a opp, he datin' a pair

Let a nigga run up on me, he facin' his fears

Ain't maskin' up on that skit, you playin' with years

Nigga, get up out my face with all that friendly shit

You on the blade but you still broke then you a silly bitch

Niggas love talkin' on the net, they got me really bent

I up that hammer, ask that nigga what he really meant

If I give a bitch a dose she gon' fall in love

Fuck a half fifty clip, you can't tote slugs

Dice game ten to four, hittin' all the thugs

Glocks, chops, and XDs, we got all the guns

Still with the same niggas if you ain't know

Let a lightweight hit this blunt, he gon' KO

She gon' take every order, she don't say no

Instead of playin' one side these niggas play both

Put them plates on the whip, we don't pay toll

All I want to do is ball and make 'em hate more

Seventy-five on the drum on the Draco

Instead of talkin' all that shit, nigga, pray more

Bitch, get up out your feelings, come and talk to daddy

You ain't gotta throw a fit, just throw that pussy at me

That nigga dissin' on the net, tell that pussy at me

Five-seveN with a thirty, she a fuckin' baddie

Stop lookin' at me like you stupid unless you really stupid

I keep a strap under this hoodie and I'll really use it

Nigga said he on my ass, he gon' really prove it?

Tired of niggas sayin' they do this but don't really do it

Dumb bitch, play your role, you ain't gettin' no title

Middle fingers up high to all my rivals

Want fame, big Glock, it's makin' you viral

When you thuggin' in that field you play for survival

Always look out for the gang, they say I care too much

You know them niggas want you dead, you still don't care to clutch

You run into 'em while you lackin', bet you care to cut

If you ain't slidin' for your niggas you a scary punk

I'ma marry all this money while you marry sluts

Bitch, get up on your knees, suck my hairy nuts

Everybody hardbody 'til we tear him up

And this chop like Rick how I flare him up, bitch

[Verse 2: ALLBLACK]

Garbage man on Monday left the block stankin'

Chop your head off, throw a party like a triad Asian

Caught niggas empty and start gassin', DaBoii lane changing

Check blank stacks 'til I'm linked up like a 33rd Mason

Told that bitch lace up her cleats, got a play up in Vegas

Brookfield bitch and a thirty-two inch version Malaysian

I put a wig on a pig and a coat on a goat

I cop a P and bust it down and I cop three more

Throw a smoke bomb on the floor, lay down the whole store

I'll snatch your chain you got from Highline and sell it to Mo

Put on my sweatsuit, hit the blade and knock me a ho

Somebody tell me how the fuck could I ever go broke

Get out my ear with all that love you, wanna be with you shit

Go sell dreams to them niggas in your DM or a trick

Matter of fact, check that cheese 'fore you talk to a pimp

I'm only here to feed Maxine and stack my chips

Got off FaceTime with Tyrin, he cussed me out again

I just got out the county and fuckin' up again

And I can't stay away from Backpage, I can't get enough

Just dropped some cash on Bitcoins, I'm tryna run it up

KimSon dropped and I ain't even finished going dumb

Ghazi said I was a dog, go 'head and fuck it up

The way I'm pickin' off these niggas, you would think I was Trump

That Oakland nigga shoot like Jerry West up in the clutch

Niggas love hoppin' on Snap with them lil ass racks

Sayin' fuck suckers, how you finna do this and do that?

Your gang got four rips, nobody slid back

Me and you just not the same, I'm a dog, you a cat

Thank you for fuckin' with me, I go by the name ALLBLACK