[Intro]

Huh

Huh, huh-huh

Huh, huh-huh

Huh-huh, huh, huh-huh

Hah, huh-huh

[Verse]

Guap, huh-huh

Nigga, you know we runnin' up guap, gettin' them figures

She say that she love me a lot, said I'm that nigga

Pull up, pull up in the spot, hop out the [?]

She know a nigga got style, I don't gotta rizz her

Marni on my feet, not Crocs, you know I'm not simple

Push up on me, I'm not tryna box

Boy get popped like a pimple

Yo' 6, what's the word?

Black truck for the day, that's a fizzle

Niggas travel like we double dribbled

Keep a small circle like a nipple

Niggas don't keep it official

You don't know who really with you

Let a hood bitch hold my pistol

She gon' make that shit clap, what's the issue?

I make it rain, lil' nigga, gon' drench you

Dot on his head like a Hindu

Shrooms, they hittin' my mental

Freak bitch tryna fuck on the bros, let 'em know who sent you

I don't need these fuckin' hoes, no, they not essential

Brodie bought the Rolls out, we was jackin' the Benz though

I had to tear that shit down, we run to the end zone

Big GLE shit, nigga, I don't hop in no Benzos

Nigga, I don't do no [?], don't do no benzos

Got in her crib and I got to the kitty, no hello

Pourin' up purple, I'm pourin' up Donatello

Bitch, you know we rollin', smokin' like a chimney

Bitch, I flexed up, I know why these niggas envy me

I got racks on my body like a centipede

She like [?] countin' green

She can bring a lil' friend, nigga, have a three

I know what it was, nigga, when I seen it

Brodie know what it was when he seen the beam

Don't gotta run, keep that shit on me

I'm in the hood posted with that thing, yeah

[Outro]

Don't gotta run (Don't gotta run, keep that shit on me, yeah)

Don't gotta run (Let's go)

Don't gotta run

Don't gotta run

Pasto Flocco, yeah