Aye (Rockstar, Rockstar)
Gang-gang-gang (Rockstar, Rockstar)
Finatic (Rockstar, Rockstar)
Im So Slimee (Rockstar, Rockstar)
Uh
Left hand fucked up
But, i'm still writin' on the pad
She borin', she ass
Kick out the bitch, tell her, "pack her bags"
You said, "you was lookin' for us?"
Bitch, you know where we at
Like, why these lil niggas be actin'?
Talk on the gram, get turned to a caption
And, lil bro' be on some cap shit
He'll get wiped, clean like a napkin
These bullets gon' smack him, backhand
Shoot upfront, i'ma open his backend
And, Shu be stompin' niggas out, my Youngin' a Savage
My son Doomut put his ass to sleep, now he nappin'
That lil bitch hot, lava
I'm deep in her guts, grabba
I got shot, I went thru trauma
Spin like a DJ, I don't like Drama
Lil bro' don't want no problems
He'll get banged, with the knocka'
In the dark, creepin' like a possum
Aim at his bubble, get shit poppin'
Zara jeans, i'm tuckin' the Glock in
He'll get leaned, leave shit rockin'
Heard he was plottin'?
Hit in his head, his shit throbbin'
Like a pussy, he a pussy
Come thru they Court and i'm bangin' at rookies
That shit chunky, i'm in her cookie
Cops be dickridin', tryna book me
Slide thru, Swervin' like A Boogie with a Hoodie
And, he'll get put in a bag, if he try to bookie'
I'll leave a nigga stuck like a booger
Open his scalp, his shit gushin'
Pull up on niggas, then, I get the pushin'
I ain't a killer, bitch, don't push me
Have you fasten, i'm a Muslim
Uh
Wake up, brush my teeth, then, cook up
I am a pothead, i'm cooked up
I pray to Allah and look up
Cuz', I know Nannie watchin' me
Traumatized from gettin' shot, I wont let it bother me
But, deep down inside
I know that shit really bother me, honestly
Baby, don't you lie to me
Cuz', i'm big on honesty
Said, "they was gon' ride for me"
Man, they ain't gon' slide for me
What if I had died?
Them niggas was jus gon' cry for me, uh
My Left hand fucked up
But, i'm still writin' on the pad
She borin', she ass
Kick out the bitch, tell her, "pack her bags"
You said, "you was lookin' for us?"
Bitch, you know where we at
Like, why these lil niggas be actin'?
Talk on the gram, get turned to a caption
And, lil bro' be on some cap shit
He'll get wiped, clean like a napkin
These bullets gon' smack him, backhand
Shoot upfront, i'ma open his backend
And, Shu be stompin' niggas out, my Youngin' a Savage
My son Doomut put his ass to sleep, now he nappin'
(Uh, uh)
(Gang)
(Uhhhhh-uhhhh, uh-uhhh)
(Uhhhhh-uhhhh, uh-uhhh)