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Yo, uh

Uh-uh, uh, uh (

Broad day with the SK

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Push to start in a two-seater, ooh

Digital dash on the meter

And I pour a four in a litre, oh

Cronem got 40's and Ninas, ho

How you gon' lack with a heater?

Ah, I ran up some bands in my beaters

Now I'm makin' more than my teachers, oh

Told that bitch that I don't need her, uh

Push to start in a two-seater, ooh

Digital dash on the meter

And I pour a four in a litre, oh

Cronem got 40's and Ninas, ho

How you gon' lack with a heater?

Ah, I ran up some bands in my beaters, woo

I'm makin' more than my teachers, oh

Told that bitch that I don't need her, uh

Mhm, and he don't even really know 'bout me

I was sellin' dope since I was fourteen

Pack after pack, I don't got it for chеap

Whatever you sow, then you gon' rеap

Oh, lowkey I think that I got what they need

Crodie on cotch with a Glock and a beam

Made over a quarter up off of them fiends

Now my tape cost a couple keys

Yo, you better play it safe, cro love to creep

She like how I smell, like cookies and cream

Lovin' the way I'm ridin' the beat

Woah, I'm playin' it smart, I'm playin' for keeps

Labels on labels, ain't botherin' me

Ayy, I turn a reality from make-believe

Oh, snatchin' me up, ain't gettin' a peak

Huh, I'm makin' bands in my sleep[Verse 2: Why G]

If my gun touch you, it's toxic

My neck and my wrist is a faucet

She said that I taste like her favourite chocolate

.45, small, pocket rocket

He said, "Put MOULA 1ST", he obnoxious

I'm spinnin' they block, don't get nauseous

First person I see, I'ma knock shit

Bustdown watch, he go blind, tryna watch it

Yeah, I'm in the foreign, don't know where I'm goin'

I'm gettin' racks at three in the morning

I'm with my crodie, I know that he blowin'

I'm gettin' money, and it's never boring

Facin' my problems, they runnin' away

We hit the trap, we had nowhere to stay

All of these Perkies, they helpin' my pain

I lost my crodie, I'm goin' insane

Yeah, ah, ballin' like Kobe, or I'm LeBron

He movin' fishy, we shoot up his car

Ride for my dawg, I don't care if he wrong

We in the Shotz, to the G, or the Courtz

We do him dirty, don't show no remorse

I hit the field, I ain't playin' no sports

Just for Houdini, we send him to morgues, yeah, ah[Chorus: Houdini]

Push to start in a two-seater, ooh

Digital dash on the meter

And I pour a four in a litre, oh

Cronem got 40's and Ninas, ho

How you gon' lack with a heater?

Ah, I ran up some bands in my beaters

Now I'm makin' more than my teachers, oh

Told that bitch that I don't need her, uh

Push to start in a two-seater, ooh

Digital dash on the meter

And I pour a four in a litre, oh

Cronem got 40's and Ninas, ho

How you gon' lack with a heater?

Ah, I ran up some bands in my beaters, woo

I'm makin' more than my teachers, oh

Told that bitch that I don't need her, uh

Yeah, ooh, soon as we get the pack in, it's gone

Soon as she see me, she gon' get out her thong

He dissin' on the 'net, I don't respond

Ridin' for cronem knowin' damn well he wrong

That's right, new block, had to get my swag right

Feds tryin' to treat me like the bad guy

Fucked up, what happened to the last guy?

Pussy nigga, you could be the next guy

Bro squeezin' if he get a bad vibe

And these glizzies ain't jammin', they Gen5

I be grindin', she just wanna spend time

Percocets, I need my meds right

Shooters, I'm gon' know nothing 'bout a red light

Walk down on 'em, let that lead fly

Put some bread on your top like a headtap, ooh[Verse 5: Tallup Twinz]

Disrespect, you get a headtap

Just for bro, you know we get back

Won't forget, I can't forget that

Up and it's stuck, and I meant that, ooh

Don't tell me you love me, don't mean it

I lost my dawg, you do not know the feelin'

I'm tryna catch a opp just to go heal it

Keep me a heater inside my two-seater

Push to start in a two-seater, ooh

Digital dash on the meter

And I pour a four in a litre, oh

Cronem got 40's and Ninas, ho

How you gon' lack with a heater?

Ah, I ran up some bands in my beaters

Now I'm makin' more than my teachers, oh

Told that bitch that I don't need her, uh

Push to start in a two-seater, ooh

Digital dash on the meter

And I pour a four in a litre, oh

Cronem got 40's and Ninas, ho

How you gon' lack with a heater?

Ah, I ran up some bands in my beaters, woo

I'm makin' more than my teachers, oh

Told that bitch that I don't need her, uh

Push to start in the two-seater

Woo, digital dash on the meter

40's and ni—

I pour a four in a litre

How you gon' lack?

Back, back

Cronem got 40's and Ninas, oh

Heater