[Intro: Mdot 59 & Chuckyy]
Yeah, SRT, still rich and thuggin', you know how the fuck we rockin'
Mm, flick, flick (Yo, Jordan, play that shit)
Flick, flick
Flick, flick (AJ, what is this?)
Started thinkin' 'bout Nu, started turnin' my savage up, mentionin' X, word to bro, we gon' pack 'em up
Niggas smokin' the Jet, but we want us a Makk in a blunt, word to bro, they ain't sad enough
How the fuck they keep gettin' the belt, but they not gettin'— man, this shit never—
I'll get you gone with a—
[Verse 1: Mdot 59]
Started thinkin' 'bout Nu, started turnin' my savage up, mentionin' X, word to bro, we gon' pack 'em up
Niggas smokin' the Jet, but we want us a Makk in a blunt, word to bro, they ain't sad enough
How the fuck they keep gettin' the belt, but they not gеttin'— man, this shit never addin' up
I'll get you gonе with a call, I'll suit up myself on a drill, nigga, if I get mad enough
G in the Mikes when I suit up for bro, never cared to be liked
Got the ball in my hands, started feelin' like Mike
If you give me the shot, I'ma take it on sight
Opp bitch wack, I just wanted to pipe
Beat it down to the bone, now she say I'm her type
Wanna chill with the F's, but Q in a cyph'
Gotta get me the drop by the end of the night
Melly the Blazer, he walked it down in the spot, had his head high, tuckin' the razor
This bitch dumb if she think I'ma chase her, she give out the lo' to the opps, I'ma bang her
Not tryna test out your bitch on the drill, nigga, why you suit up, like why did you bring her?
I get to flickin' no matter the drip, I got wavy in Mikes, started bustin' the trigger, word to my dead
EE beanie, ex-nigga mad 'cause he know he can't be me
I get to bustin' the G, you can't see me
Ex-nigga mad 'cause he can't even beat me
Push up on who? Nigga, I got the beamy
Word to my dead, I got wavy with Cleazy
Push up on who? Nigga, I got the beamy
Word to my dead, I got wavy with Cleazy, word to my dead
[Verse 2: HunnaYSL]
Sidestep like I'm Mike, let him push up, he think we gon' fight
48 me a Makk, then I piece with the right
Had to up with my lock, nigga thought I was nice
Pull up to that block, all black with a mask
Look him dead in his face, all we see was the fright
Back out the pipe in the street in the Mikes
You know I be trappin', my money is right
Finger-fuckin' the G 'cause this bitch gettin' tight
Ray Deady had died, that's the blunt for the cyph'
Push up on me, I take it there on sight
I'm a Tookie the jab, never jab with a right
How was his face when they pierced it? A tice
Smokin' Edotty, he cracked to the dice
Notti dumb, nigga stabbed to the knife
Sugarhill Mel, man, these niggas is tight
We do this for Nu, for the times we spin
Put the beam on the opps, niggas think it's pretend
Pole jam up, I start beatin' the tan
Had to show 'em a Glock, bitch, my feet on land
I do it for Nu when I get in my stance
OT be brothers, for me, they gon' blam
Pass me the ball, gotta show it's my chance
Every trip on the Kreeps, niggas know I'm advanced
Already know how to drill, told 'em stick to the plan
Make it back to the block, sturdy up with the tan
Slide and provide for the team, I'm the man
OGZK, never came to the land
Wiki be chattin', who really the fans?
Free lil' Raf, tried to come to the land
He met shot after shot, now he forcin' my hand
I'm with Dot with the dot and we came with the Blams
Like, die L'zz, word to bro, we threw multiple shells
Opps be on dick, tried to spin and he fell
Multiple times I was flickin' on L'zz
Multiple scenes, we was leavin' them shells
Ek a dick, tried to spin and he fell
I'm spinnin' with Melly, tryna go for the up
Flickin' on niggas for thinkin' they tough
[Outro]
(Yo, Jordan, play that shit)
(AJ, what is this?)