[Intro]

Run that back, Khi

[Chorus]

NFN ENT, bitch, they know how we move (We on it)

Bro got a whole lotta thirties, like Curry (Fa fa), wet him up, no cruise ship

For all of you niggas like robbin', you dyin', not probably, 'cause my niggas move shit

Yo ho want the weenie kolache, my young nigga slimy, he slide with the broomstick

[Verse 1]

I know these rap niggas speakin on me

Bitch, I'm too cozy, I'm cold with a heater on

She eat the ham, she don't eat bologna

And I ain't got a cap, got more straps than Latifah on me

Hit more weed than Khalifa don' it

I'm higher than a bitch in the house with some eaters on

Shakin' shit like a seizure don' it

I can't take a L, so I ride with that steamer on

Nigga want smoke, he can let it be known

We gon' aim for his dome with the muhfuckin' tools out

We gon' really come to your show with a whole lotta poles, we can have us a shoot out

Tryna hit up and move out

Lil bro tryna clean up the flow with a broom now

My fans get flewed out

You not tryna fuck then you gotta get threw out (Get out)

And if you not tryna go lie for your nigga or die for your nigga, stop it

Yo bro talkin' 'bout how he need a lawyer and he facin' ass, so I told him, "I got it" (Bitch)

You tryna beat by the bitch with no guap in your pocket, boy, you need a wallet

I'm facin' 'Woods while she give me that noggin

She ate me good, see the wood and she top it

I'm in the hood hittin' a juug in Versace

We behind much, you can't view when she toppin'

Not a ho, she can't fuck like she poppin'

Came out the store servin' bowls like a auction

They know I'm cold with the flow like I'm moppin'

Whole lotta hoes, got a whole lotta options

Givenchy my toes, she gon' fuck 'cause my diamonds

Better stay out the way, 'cause I smoke really timeless

[Chorus]

NFN ENT, bitch, they know how we move (We on it)

Bro got a whole lotta thirties, like Curry (Fa fa), wet him up, no cruise ship

For all of you niggas like robbin', you dyin', not probably, 'cause my niggas move shit

Yo ho want the weenie kolache, my young nigga slimy, he slide with the broomstick

[Verse 2]

And we in the store with sorta nineties, ayy

Lil' bro got all sort of bodies

In the zone like a Porta Potty

'Cause they know I'm in zone with the shits like a Porta Potty

Hoppin' out with a snotty nose

Bro, hit him up, wipe his nose like a snotty nose

It's the shits like a potty, ho

All of my niggas don't with nobody flow

I ain't stealin' nobody flow

You niggas is gay when you throw with the snotty nose

Pullin' up with a snotty nose

I just gotta look diamonds, diamonds from Johnny Doe

I be smokin' on pressure

Nigga, play with the gang, we gon' give him the 'Retta

We pullin' up like a sweater

I be smokin' OG, it got stuck to the leather

I don't give a fuck about none of these oppas

We be outside, tryna duck from the coppas

Bro in the field posted up with them choppers

Hop out on his block, chop it up, like Baracca

Smokin' OG, niggas know that

Hoppin' out, I'ma bop on the bitch like I'm Kodak

I'm smokin' gas, you can know that

Nigga, don't wanna, ha, niggas just wanna throw back

I don't wanna fuck, wanna throw back

I was clutchin' the Glock in my muhfuckin' throwback

But you niggas already know that lil' bro in the field with them choppers

Hop out and he blow that, gang, hold on, ayy