(Oh shit, is that Filip?) (Mingo, haha)

FN leave his face gone, ha
If it ain't safe outside
He better stay home, ha
Nigga, that's how you die
We keep them Dracs on us
Yeah, and we make your bitch sing
Just like Trey Songz, ha, uh, yeah
Nigga, my jacket Arcteryx, ha, yeah
I say free lil' Will and
Lil' Top out that parish, yeah
Talk down on the gang bitch, yeah
That's how you perish
Yeah, uh, ayy, I'm with a fly, ass-bitch
Me and my jeans Rick Owens and
I just Prada-ed my bitch
And I just popped me an Oxy', yeah
Now the whole gang lit
And I just popped me a Roxi', yeah
Now the whole day lit
We got sticks insidе the Bentley
Yеah, the windows tinted, yeah
We got FN's with the scopes
So you know we ain't missing
Yeah, his ho, she a goat
With the throat, no kizzy, yeah