[Intro: RichBoyPopin]
Don't hate on me, nigga, I am hater-proof
Nigga, I am hater-proof
Sippin' Casamigos and codeine in the stu’
Yeah, and codeine in the stu’
Got a Glock with a beam, it’s aimin’ at you
It’s aimin’ at you
I done said this shit before, nigga, i’m not you
I'm not you
[Verse 1: RichBoyPopin & 5mal9]
Playin' tag, round yo’ block, nigga, I got you
Playin' hide and seek round yo’ block, nigga, I spot you
Did I put a shh on my Glock, shit, I forgot to
So it sound like a war zone when I shot you
Niggas claimin' that they hood, not true
Niggas claimin' that they stood, nigga, that's not true
Niggas wanna be hood so bad, that's not cute
Fucked around and made a part, to say that it's not you
I'm like woah, gotta say that it's not you
Hunnid bands in my fuckin' pocket, call me hatsu
Bitch, you know we on, spinnin’ blocks too
Got they momma and they fuckin' daddy cryin', shot you
Bitch, you know we on, we turnt up all the way, let's go
All my niggas never duckin’ smoke, we not no hoes
Got a dick, I'ma stare with a beam out my eyes
Shot you three, four times, hold on, ain’t tryna die
[Verse 2: Smokeyy Kapalot]
556, know it’s aimin’ at your top
I ain't never cared, I stay trapped like a dyke
Know I'm fuckin' bitches, yeah, you know I got a type
Brown skin, pretty brown eyes, and she stand at 5’5
Never gave a fuck
I stay strapped like a dyke
Know I am not you, said that shit twice
Do I gotta say it again
Got a bad bitch and you know that she a ten
Gotta do this shit again, take it to an extent
Gotta put it on for my team, yeah, you know I represent
Yeah, you know I represent
Bout to take your life, Ima hit him with this knife
Yeah, we made a part, had to say this shit twice
Yeah, this time around, we ain't gon' be so nice
I said nice, nice, tryna fuck a bad bitch, she look like Ice Spice
Spice, spice, yeah, you smokin' on that spice
No, I am not you, we said that shit twice, we gon' say that shit again
Never gave a fuck, know I'm spinnin' with my kin
If you not bloody drippin', know that you can't hang
Spinning down yo’ block with a chop, it's bout to bang
Never gave a fuck, know I keep the Glock its tucked
Glockiana on my hip, yeah, you know it’d fuck you up
Yeah, you know it, fuck you up, but I'm screamin', no diddy
I'ma fuck up on your hoe while I play with her kitty
And I'm smokin' young boy, yeah, he pussy, he kitty
We ain't doin' that dumbass dance, screamin' out fuck the griddy
[Verse 3: RichBoyPopin]
Nigga, I'm high, but I'm not the pilot
If I get too high and die, know that niggas’ll start a riot
Yeah, real niggas don't stay quiet
Real niggas shoot them triggers, real niggas shoot like Bryant
Shoot you in your eyelid for lyin’
Real niggas don't just type it, real niggas get to strikin’
Yeah, real niggas know the assignment
Real niggas know we stuck in a cycle like we bikin', yeah
[Verse 4: RichBoyPopin]
(sippin’ Casamigos)
I'm sippin', Casamigos
Drunk in the stu’, but my vision still on Vevo
Strapped up Mexican in the back named Tino
And one named Rico
Got another one Jakk, but he finna shoot this free-throw
Five shots in a row, a nigga playin' bingo
Glock sing in autotune, cast his ass to the glee show
Glock’ll stick yo’ ass up, I'ma call it a mosquito
5mal9 and Jakk, yeah, I'm chillin' with amigos
Say you ten toes down, I shoot seven, now you three toes
Oh shit, did you need those
I had to prove that yo’ ass was not exempt
RPG in my pants, nigga, walkin' with a limp
You was talkin' all that shit, nigga, how you miss
I been playin' tag with my gun, nigga, you it
Ima grab the stick, hold with grip, then empty the clip
Yes, I love to drop 4’s, I plead the fifth
Yes, I love to drop whores with the boot they kicked
Yes, I love to drop doors, I'm kickin' it in
If you a ten and she a four, I'm kickin' your friend
If you was listenin', I don't like repeatin' shit
Stop hypin' up your friend, where the fuck you see this shit
You must be seein' shit, I don't even see a six
I just see a bitch that wanna cock block for some dick, yeah
I get some money, fuck around and do my money dance
Yo’ bitch love to hit my line, cause I'm the money man
Real talk, let me tell you something that’s funny, man
Bitches really be blockin' they blessings, tryna be that funny friend
[Verse 5: Smokeyy Kapalot]
Tryna be that funny friend, really they the ugly friend
Know that they got bodies, they be fuckin' on many men, yeah
Yeah, they callin' me the minute man
Pull up on your block with a Glock, out the Sprinter Van
Fuck that, really bustin' out the fuckin' minivan, yeah
Yeah, we bustin' out the mom van
Fuck up on your thot bitch, she said that she my biggest fan
Know that Im not you, spinnin' down your block with a Glock and a chop too
Never give a fuck, cause you know that I'm on top two, most wanted
Never give a fuck, got your bitch, yeah, she want it
Yeah, she screamin' out my name, screamin' out my name
Screamin', screamin', never give a fuck
Up the Glock, yeah, you know that I'm a demon
Fuck that bitch, yeah, you know she eat the semen
Swallowing my kids, yeah, she swallowing my kids
Know I'm bussin' on her brain
Never give a fuck, got the Glock, it's bout to bang
Know it's bout to bang
If you not bloody drippin', know that you can't hang
Unless your name is Melvin
What's that stank ass smell that I'm smellin'
That's your bitch's pussy
Walkin' down your block, yeah, you know you been pussy
I don't give a fuck, cause you know that's how I trap
Walkin' down your block, yeah, you know I'm bout to spaz
Yo, what the fuck
That shit hot trash, low key
