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By knaze

Released on February 19, 2025

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[Chorus]

(Ha, yeah, yeah, yeah) Yeah, I ain't gon' say too much, but free my dog up out them chains

Yeah, I can not switch for no buck, swear to God I'll never change

Yeah, what you gon' do? Got Drac' in the spray ground

Hop-hop out the whip, get layed down

Try to jump on this wave, you late now

Bi-bitch, I'm paid, what the fuck they gon' say now?

Yeah, I was juggin', tryna come up somethin'

Stealin' my swag, that boy my son

They used to hate, now they sing my songs

Skrrt off on jakes, bitch, fuck the law

Blunt full of Runtz, this gas pack, yeah (Gas pack, gas pack)

Slime shooting shit like Mad Max, uh

Walk-in store, pop a tag

Bitch, I remember days I couldn't have that, yuh

Can't come 'round, bitch mad at us

Tryna come up, dog shit bag on us

Tryna slide, nigga might catch a hat with us

Twin gon' bend if I make one call

It's me and bro 'til the end, fuck y'all

Shootin' shit like, damn, we ball

Me-me and Zay, we been them young niggas

That boy out sad, he know he can't fuck with us

Why you cap, you ain't seen no hun-dun

Luch in the trap, tryna scrape up somethin'

Y'all ain't show love, I ain't givin' nothin'

.4-45 bullets get hot like sun

Care for you, baby, you my one

I ain't been straight but I swear I'm good

This one-man army, I don't need no one

Blicks all on me, I could walk in yo' hood, yuh (Hood)


[Verse]

Lock in the stu', yeah, I'm going dumb

Money moves, ho, don't waste my time

Say you with that boy, you know you not

In that field, boy, you gon' get crossed


[Chorus]

(Damn, damn, yeah, yeah)

Yeah, I ain't gon' say too much, but free my dog up out them chains

Yeah, I can not switch for no buck, swear to God I'll never change

Yeah, what you gon' do? Got Drac' in the spray ground

Hop-hop out the whip, get layed down

Try to jump on this wave, you late now

Bi-bitch, I'm paid, what the fuck they gon' say now?

Yeah, I was juggin', tryna come up somethin'

Stealin' my swag, that boy my son

They used to hate, now they sing my songs

Skrrt off on jakes, bitch, fuck the law

Blunt full of Runtz, this gas pack, yeah (Gas pack, gas pack)

Slime shooting shit like Mad Max, uh

Walk-in store, pop a tag

Bitch, I remember days I couldn't have that, yuh

Can't come 'round, bitch mad at us

Tryna come up, dog shit bag on us

Tryna slide, nigga might catch a hat with us

Twin gon' bend if I make one call

It's me and bro 'til the end, fuck y'all

Shootin' shit like, damn, we ball

Me and Zay, we been them young niggas

That boy out sad, he know he can't fuck with us

Why you cap, you ain't seen no hun-dun

Luch in the trap, tryna scrape up somethin'

Y'all ain't show love, I ain't givin' nothin'

.4-45 bullets get hot like sun

Care for you, baby, you my one

I ain't been straight but I swear I'm good

This one-man army, I don't need no one

Blicks all on me, I could walk in yo' hood, yuh


[Outro]

(Go, bitch, yeah, yeah)