GNF (OKOKOK)

Uh

Shh

Wait, slow it down (baow)

Okay, okay, okay (don't give no fuck, Yo, Varohl)

If 12 comin', we gon' take 'em on the chase (I ain't give no fuck)

Just a cold heart and a banger on my waist (them Glocks gon' bust)

And they hoppin' out, nigga, that ain't no debate

And them killers gon' jump out the roof

If I give them the green, then them lil' niggas shoot, uh

And I really got rich out the blue

But I see red when I'm in the booth

His advance, I spent that on the coupe

Had to really take a stand with the troops

Uh, so, bitch, if you see me, salute

And we too turnt, nigga, we don't recruit

I seen his lil' diss, that was cute

My lil' sniper gon' blow like a flute

And shout out to Pop Smoke

But they don't really wanna fuck with Lil Woo

Be direct, boy, you talking to who?

I got shooters that don't even hoop

If it's that, ain't no callin' a truce

Why they mad? I'm just talkin' the truth, bitch

Wait, slow it down (baow)

Okay, okay, okay (don't give no fuck, Yo, Varohl)

If 12 comin', we gon' take 'em on the chase (I ain't give no fuck)

Just a cold heart and a banger on my waist (them Glocks gon' bust)

And they hoppin' out, nigga, that ain't no debate

If you diss on the 'net, get your scalp hit

You'd be better off watchin' your mouth, bitch

Real killers don't care 'bout no clout shit

They ain't drop, spin the block, reroute quick

Hut one, hut two, we steppin'

We be really tryna use these weapons

Squeezin' on that two plus seven

Hollows plus you, that's Heaven

Man, I really done turned to a maniac

In that storm, I was stuck where it's rainy at

If they owe me respect, gotta pay me that

So his mama gon' cry for her baby back

And if all of them die, I'm okay with that

'Cause the G-A-N-G, we don't play with that

Four-nickel, I packaged the Drac' with that

Walk up and make sure that his brains splat

Wait, slow it down (baow)

Okay, okay, okay (don't give no fuck, Yo, Varohl)

If 12 comin', we gon' take 'em on the chase (I ain't give no fuck)

Just a cold heart and a banger on my waist (them Glocks gon' bust)

And they hoppin' out, nigga, that ain't no debate