[Intro]
Mmm-mm-hmm-mmm-mm-mm-mm-mm, yeah
(Yozora)
Mmm-mm-mmm-mmm-mm-mm-mm-mm (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah
[Chorus]
Not wit' the chattin', I just be feenin' to clap him
I see a opp, I'ma pack him
Yeah, we gon' hop out and bag him
If he move away then we blitz him
Nemo, he stay with a Smith N'
I’m on my bully, might catch me a victim
Up on the board, I be feelin' like Tristen
JJ be crippin', I thought I told you I was different
Thought I told you I was–, look
I got a big round wit' me
30 steppin' so they call me Curry
Never lackin' so please, don’t run up on me
No checks, we take off in a hurry, look
Them shooters ain't livin' no long life
Disrespectin' the gang, hе’d be wrong, right
She a baddie but fuck on thе wrong night
I be feenin' to take off on the wrong lights
[Verse]
Packin' my pistol, my windows is tinted up
Yeah, we gon' trap for the backend
Don't know why these niggas be cappin'
Stick on my hip and you know that it’s clappin'
Niggas talk, boy, you know they be actin'
Said you spinned, never happened
Ain't fuckin wit' niggas if niggas move funny wit' money
No cap, it won’t happen, no cap, it won’t–
Treesha, she be callin' my phone when her nigga asleep, uh
Keep up, ten bands on a nigga, bet he keep his feet up
We do a hit it, itain’t no fakes
Ain’t stressin' no charge got my niggas like Allstate
And split a big in like four ways
Brodie just got out, you know that they salty
I’m hearin' rumors and gossip, they sayin' Q is the topic
Stop all that shit, nigga, stop it
I keep a rocket, type to fit up in my pocket
I’m all 'bout the breesh and my money
Ain’t savin' these bitches
Nah, nigga, I’m savin' my money
'Cause I love my money
When you see me in person don’t ask, I’m married to money, yeah
[Chorus]
Not wit' the chattin', I just be feenin' to clap him
I see a opp, I'ma pack him
Yeah, we gon' hop out and bag him
If he move away then we blitz him
Nemo, he stay with a Smith N'
I’m on my bully, might catch me a victim
Up on the board, I be feelin' like Tristen
JJ be crippin', I thought I told you I was different
Thought I told you I was–, look
I got a big round wit' me
30 steppin' so they call me Curry
Never lackin' so please, don’t run up on me
No checks, we take off in a hurry, look
Them shooters ain't livin' no long life
Disrespectin' the gang, he’d be wrong, right
She a baddie but fuck on the wrong night
I be feenin' to take off on the wrong lights
[Outro]
Yeah, yeah
I be feenin' to take off on the wrong lights
I be feenin' to take off on the wrong lights
I be feenin' to take off on the wrong lights
Yeah, yeah, yeah
R-U-N-I-T-U-P, R-U-N-I-T-U-P, R-U-N-I-T-U-P, nigga
R-U-N-I-T-U-P, R-U-N-I-T-U-P, R-U-N-I-T-U-P, nigga
I be feenin' to take off on the wrong lights
I be feenin' to take off on the wrong lights
I be feenin' to take off on the wrong lights
Yeah, yeah, yeah