Walton can tip it, Bryant with the save
Oh, you gotta get a shot here
Final seconds
Bryant for the win

Bang
Ahhhhhhhh
It's Von
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Oh, shit
Oh
I said, let's get it then
All my niggas spinning like a ceiling fan

Innocent
Stop hanging with them, cause we don't give a damn
Menacing
We stay masked up, that shit get menacing

Made that nigga freeze like he a deer, we call him venison
Trackhawk, SRT, bitch gon' hear us coming
You can smell the gang when I pull up, I smell like money
Leave your mama sad, we on your ass cause you was frontin'

Right after you die, your mama cry like cutting onions
Cut a nigga up, buck fifty
Like he a junkie, track meet when I come to the block
All you niggas runnin, clowning out

You niggas off the drugs, you niggas funny
Till he gone, he on the table dead
Like he a mummy, hella niggas died over the net
And talking stupid, nigga

The way we slide on niggas, you would think that Putin hit him
Demon time, catch me smiling like a movie villain
I ain't mean to hit your mans, he had a goofy with him
Ten toes, I stay ten toes, about my shit

She just wanna blow a nigga, suck me out my fit
Way these bitches fucking like I'm famous, I'm just rich
But I gotta stay dangerous, dangerous in the mix
Lil Brody need to come up, he gon' bring the pack to me

Just like Gymnastics Teams, she know that I know how to make it flip
Trying be a thot, then you gotta throw it back for me
Or make that ass, come tackle me
Trust me, you ain't gotta strip, uh