Released on October 16, 2020

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[Verse 1]

You know how we do, nigga

You know what we bring through

You know them niggas is bitch, sweet as a Mountain Doo

Them niggas know my crew, them D-Block niggas coming through

Like OK, like who the fuck you talking to?

I don't fear those niggas, I don't hear those niggas

I'm solid, I don't fuck around with weirdo niggas

We broke, we broke, I'm rich, you rich

There's too many out there, homie, I don't need your bitch

Fuck a bitch, I love my niggas more

Just be cairful with them snakes, niggas gotta be sure

If you ain't see me back then, I was bagging that raw

If you don't see me right now, you gotta be tall


[Chorus]

Nigga, where your bottles at?

Homie, where your credit card?

She done bend it over, bust it open, get my dick hard

We gon' pull them trucks up

We gon' throw them 1's up

And you ain't gon' be nothing but stare at us when we roll up

You gon' get your gun, OK, come right back

OK, you ain't gon' make it to your car, we don't play

OK, all that fronting, OK

All for nothing, OK

Fuck around, get you jammed up in broad day


[Verse 2]

You know how we do, nigga

I'll leave you, nigga

Lil shooter with me laughing, but he evil, nigga

I'm calm, thoughI

I pull up on your block, and ask a lil nigga where your mom go?

Some brown liquor, that Gary Payton

I barely know these niggas, why the fuck they hating?

That's why I only hang around with my brothers

And keep a couple credit cards in different colors

Don't make me bang on my chest, and [?] this bitch a mess

[?] go get your vest

Silverback, you gon' have to impress

A hundred shots, I ain't coming with nothing less

Nigga


[Chorus]

Nigga, where your bottles at?

Homie, where your credit card?

She done bend it over, bust it open, get my dick hard

We gon' pull them trucks up

We gon' throw them 1's up

And you ain't gon' be nothing but stare at us when we roll up

You gon' get your gun, OK, come right back

OK, you ain't gon' make it to your car, we don't play

OK, all that fronting, OK

All for nothing, OK

Fuck around, get you jammed up in broad day