[Intro: Smooky MarGielaa]
I ain't even with that chit-chat (Woo)
Forty chains on my neck, milli' where my wrist at
Couple goons with the tool (Ha), when we pull up, get back (Huh, ayo, Double, you—)
Got a lame nigga callin' (Huh), 'cause he want his bitch back (Woo)
Damn (Brr, Jondior)
Run up on, I'ma give it right back (Woo, brr)
Three foreigns parked up, boy, you can't afford that (Baow)
Got some boomin', in Margiela's, five racks plus tax (Yeah)
Fake niggas always lookin', why they get they movin' like that? (Yeah)
[Chorus: Jay5ive]
Pull up on his bitch and drop a check, won't get his bitch back
We was shootin' niggas, that was way before the diss tracks
Any spot I walk in, got me askin', "Where the grip at?"
Eli caught a shot and I ain't never seen him get back
Loafin' on them blocks, that ain't my body, niggas wish that
On that block with Jack, don't gotta tell him who to flick at
Walkin' right through Harlem, got me lookin' like, "Where Blitz at?"
They know I'm the Jet, but steady askin' where my 'Rips at (Ayo, Double, you—)
[Verse 1: Jay5ive & DUSTY LOCANE]
Thooties in the spot, they steady askin', "Where the licks at?"
Brodie want a friend, he keep on askin', "Where the mish at?"
She know we the littest in the party, that's a big fact
Off-off the Casamigos, I'ma break her like a Kit-Kat
If she try to line me last, then she gon' hear the click-clack
Dusty wanna spin, he keep on askin', "Where the whip at?" (What's crackin', 5ive?)
Always up the score so I won't have to take a trip back
Always shootin' first so I won't never have to flip back
[Verse 2: DUSTY LOCANE]
(Fah) G gon' make a movie, know this chopper got a kickback (Fah)
Shotty to his body, on his grave where we piss at (We piss at)
Yo, Jay5ive, pass the knocks, I'ma spliff that (We spliff that)
Bro got the lo' on the opps, tell him pin that (Pin that shit)
We can't go without the pole in this party
Shorty wanna run on the Crip, where the blick at? (Fah)
Pass it to the brodie, know we all gon' blick that (She with us)
He a pussy, he ain't never get his lick back
Watch for the D's, know they lookin' for me (For me)
Still fuck the opps, he got put on a tee (Grr, grr)
I can't go, I'm in love with my G (With my G)
Hope you got pole when you run into me (Why you runnin'?)
I'm a savage, I stay with my nina (Fah)
Hit the switch, tell them killers to dump out the V
[Bridge: DUSTY LOCANE]
Fah, fah
Flu Gang, Flu Gang
[Chorus: Jay5ive]
Pull up on his bitch and drop a check, won't get his bitch back
We was shootin' niggas, that was way before the diss tracks
Any spot I walk in, got me askin', "Where the grip at?"
Eli caught a shot and I ain't never seen him get back
Loafin' on them blocks, that ain't my body, niggas wish that
On that block with Jack, don't gotta tell him who to flick at
Walkin' right through Harlem, got me lookin' like, "Where Blitz at?"
They know I'm the Jet, but steady askin' where my 'Rips at (Ayo, Double, you—)
[Verse 3: Jay5ive]
D's be on my bop, I'm tryna troop in with my gun
But they know how I get and they know I don't go for nothin'
And I ain't never been the type to take it on a jump
Two poles be on my body, if he play, I throw a ton
Catch a pack and play it cool, no need for goin' on a run
This XD get to flickin', this shit soundin' like a drum
And she keep tryna throw her pussy, she just wanna rump
But I just want an opp who gotta line him, are you dumb?
And we was on that block, yeah, we was purgin' tryna creep up
Grinchin' like if I don't got a dollar for the re-up
Shoe box in my closet, mama think it's for the sneakers
But this is just another place where I can put the heater
And brodie said he fucked, so, yeah, I'm knowin' she a treesha
And niggas, they be savin', throwin' show up for a skeezer
I never loved a bitch, I ran a bag up, I ain't need one
Two guns'll get to flickin' on this block, this shit a threesome
I know I got some demons, but do shit up on my doley
And they wasn't around when we was hoppin' out them stolies
Two deep, was on that block when I was flickin' with my codey
I ain't never give a fuck, nigga, I'll up it on his brodie
