(SpaceOnTheBeat)

(Aye, aye, ****** from the [?])

[Chorus]

Ridin' with your bitch getting lit, behind tint

****** can't see up in this whip this is five percent

Gotta keep a stick its only right, and its common sense

Bet you imma blow before I go I'm feeling confident

Big Glocks, fat poles, and it spit movies

[?] just did a hit through SuckaSide and a bitch [?]

Baby Glock with switch, this a lil uzi

Imma take [?] out a groupie, i dont lick coochie

[Verse]

This Glock full of rounds, it got a beer belly

With this bitch get out, before it jam I let it smear jelly

My life a scary movie, I never feared fully

Watch out for them bitches, cause hoes tell like they nеar [?]

All that playin with the gang, you playing with hot water

I need to stop doing bitches dirty, causе I got daughters

I could get a ***** gone, im a shot caller

I can't tuck my tail I won't tell I'm a Rottweiler

In that kitchen, in that pot, makin Rice-A-Roni

You won't put your line on the suckas, but wanna fight the homies

Tryna make it out the struggle I don't like bologna

When I get that check, you gon know, cause imma buy a Rollie

Bring that chicken to the table like an appetizer

In the club sippin rose like its apple cider

I could prolly spark this blunt if you pass the lighter

How the fuck is ****** True Story you the average liar

[Chorus]

Ridin' with your bitch getting lit, behind tint

****** can't see up in this whip this is five percent

Gotta keep a stick its only right, and its common sense

Bet you imma blow before I go I'm feeling confident

Big Glocks, fat poles, and it spit movies

[?] just did a hit through SuckaSide and a bitch [?]

Baby Glock with switch, this a lil uzi

Imma take [?] out a groupie, i dont lick coochie

[Verse]

Get him out the game with a flagrant foul

Really from the hood, its a blessing just to make it out

I gotta buss this hammer if I take it out

Them ****** killed the homies, ain't no way I take a safer route

Married to the game, and the team, I need another ring

This fat 40. come with a beam look like Butterbean

I be in the pie whippin buttercream

Before I left the scene, [?] I heard your brother scream

I was in the trap wrappin packs when I couldn't rap

Ain't no lookin back I'm juggin sacks, I was cookin crack

I can't tell em no they on go thats how my shooters act

They knockin at my door, I grab my pole and be like who is that?

For some reason, aye, I gotta stomach ache

It prolly hurt from poppin all these perks, or running to the cake

I be up early, road runnin, you be runnin late

I'm a big ape, you a snake, that just love to hate

[Chorus]

Ridin' with your bitch getting lit, behind tint

****** can't see up in this whip this is five percent

Gotta keep a stick its only right, and its common sense

Bet you imma blow before I go I'm feeling confident

Big Glocks, fat poles, and it spit movies

[?] just did a hit through SuckaSide and a bitch [?]

Baby Glock with switch, this a lil uzi

Imma take [?] out a groupie, i dont lick coochie