[Intro: Luhh Dyl]
(Lorenz, don't stop)
Uh-huh
Yeah
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Huh-uh (Come on, Dyl)
Gang (Yeah)
Yeah (Uh-huh)
[Verse 1: Luhh Dyl]
Okay, bitch, let me introduce myself (Uh-huh)
Yeah, it's Dyl, Mr. Get Shit Done and do it by himself
Naw, for real, treat an opp like lil' cuz, he get the belt
Niggas thirty, still ain't caught a buzz, boy, put it on the shelf (Yeah)
Sometimes, I get mad and see red
If we put the type of blicks we got on Live, we goin' fed
In the kickback with a blick that's Pack-a-Punched, it got a LED
You can't name a nigga that ho'd the gang, we put shit on they head (Naw, for real)
Midnight slaughter, midnight crawlers
My wrist on Bahama shit and yours on Flint water (Bitch)
Nigga lame, he don't get no ass, he up on Listcrawlers (Haha)
Old English teacher tried to fail me, so I hit her daughter (Uh-huh)
What brodie sippin' in his cup? Not water
Hit once, don't call her, tap bro, tell him stall her
Ain't no safety on this Glock, I wanted to wear the freeballer (Yeah)
I ain't even wanna hit the bitch, my nigga Lik brought her
[Verse 2: Lil Lik & Luhh Dyl]
Ski, your bitch gon' leave you at the crib when she see me call her
Play her role, I'm somethin' like Michael Jordan and you D. Harper
Go fuck one of the opps and share your lo', that's the shit Lik taught her
They know we stand on business so the hoes fuck with my team harder
You paid for a hotel just to fuck, you need to be smarter
I hit her at the trap, Consumers off, I told her bring water
This an eight of drank from JT, that's why my drank darker
This bitch keep trhowin' me off and I done damn near had Shanice fought her
Focus, don't be on your phone when we go on this drill
Soon as Dyl say, "Come on," you know we gettin' behind that wheel
I'm for real, I want the opps dead, so let's go make a Reel
Minuteman, but it's gon' be two hours when I pop this pill
This bitch came for Dyl, she gon' fuck Dyl and she gon' fuck me still
They ain't talkin' cheese, I'm tellin' Chino to reject that deal
I never question who you fuckin', bitch, get off my hills
I'm not a trick, the last thing I'm gon' be doin' is payin' bills
I'm on tether, I'm just tryna get out my house when I got me a pass
All he heard was— when we got on his ass
Chino can ask me for whatever, he can get my last
I never graduated 'cause I was always in there skippin' class
Just give me three and a half minutes, this a dip and dab
I'm not your daddy, bitch, you need to go get you a different dad
I hit this bitch for a week straight, I need some different ass
You know we caught that body that you claimin', go get you a hat (Come on, yeah, yeah)
[Verse 3: Luhh Dyl]
Niggas wake up and dick suck like go get you a stack
My bitch don't talk a lot, she just suck dick while I be sittin' back
We caught that boy on camera, took the footage so they can't play it back (Come on)
Man, unc' don't miss no plays, he go to sleep, he layin' by his crack
It's ten hoes in the party, nine gettin' cracked (Uh-huh)
Five of 'em opp hoes, then five gettin' smacked (Uh-huh)
A nigga look at this chain for too long, then eyes gettin' blacked
Designer junkie, I got so many tracks, I'm investin' in Saks (Uh-huh)
Ever since bro was a jit, was interested in hats (Yeah)
I know too many niggas died from lackin', I keep mine in my lap
Bro got a big-ass Drac', that bitch'll blow you back
I never liked to play the game with Trev, that nigga always hack
Chain big as hell, I can barely hold it
Dub in all pink fifties, I can barely fold it
That bitch a rat, y'all broke up for a week and she already hoin' (Come on)
He better not try to leave that bitch with me, 'cause if I wink, she goin' (Uh-huh)
Yeah, if I wink, she fuck
At least a hundred in my truck
We catch him, he catch fifty-plus
Boy, you better have some life insurance if it's beef with us
My nigga Lik just put some hoes on us, they finna eat us up
[Outro: Luhh Dyl]
Uh-huh
'Nother ten hoes at the freaky bus, haha
