[Chorus: Squillo]
This my year and I'm finna blow (Fah)
I put it on God that I ain't [?] (Fah)
I'm scream, "Fuck 12," while I'm clutchin' poles (Damn, what)
I'll step on whatever, nigga, yeah, I'm bold (Fah)
And I'm bored of the clones, shit's getting old (Yeah)
I'm up on your muh'fuckin' block, he a troll
[?] flex, yeah, that nigga ho (Lay that nigga down, bitch)
Slide on his block, I'ma aim out the scope
You slide on this block and I'm uppin' the pole
To the clones, you know that I own
And I'm smoking your father, he getting me stoned (Fah)
Last time we seen him, we did a nigga wrong (Fah, fah)
We kings of the sound, you know who we are
We smoking your mother, you know this shit strong
We spinning these blocks in the muh'fuckin' dawn (Yеah)
[Verse 1: Squillo]
Niggas be talking that shit, in reality, wanna be mе (Huh)
These niggas be pussy, come see me
I feel like I'm Jordan, I'm uppin' the 3-Peat
I ain't never hiding, lil' nigga, come peek me
Fuckin' your bitch in the telly, come treat me
Ain't none of you niggas can really defeat me
They pussy, they really tryna leak me
They mad as fuck, them niggas can't see me
I hop in that muh'fuckin' truck (Smokin' on)
I'll spin a nigga block with no fucks
These niggas ain't about it, they a dub
I'll sell a nigga body like some muh'fuckin' drugs
Put a nigga on his feet like a muh'fuckin' rug
I'm fuckin' this bitch, I do not wanna hug
She think she backdooring, she catching these slugs
[?] catchin' shots like a muh'fuckin' mug
[Chorus: Squillo]
This my year and I'm finna blow (Fah)
I put it on God that I ain't [?] (Fah)
I'm scream, "Fuck 12," while I'm clutchin' poles (Damn, what)
I'll step on whatever, nigga, yeah, I'm bold (Fah)
And I'm bored of the clones, shit's getting old (Yeah)
I'm up on your muh'fuckin' block, he a troll
[?] flex, yeah, that nigga ho (Lay that nigga down, bitch)
Slide on his block, I'ma aim out the scope
You slide on this block and I'm uppin' the pole
To the clones, you know that I own
And I'm smoking your father, he getting me stoned (Fah)
Last time we seen him, we did a nigga wrong (Fah, fah)
We kings of the sound, you know who we are
We smoking your mother, you know this shit strong (Ayy, ayy)
We spinning these blocks in the muh'fuckin' dawn (Ayy, ayy, on God)
[Verse 2: Dolly]
(On God)
Ayy, me and Squillo the dynamic duo (On God)
High as a planet, bitch, I'm on Pluto
Canada Goose, shoutout Justin Trudeau
Don't do enough, nigga, you can do more
Wrestle a nigga but I'm not Sumo
Wrestle a nigga, Rey Mysterio
On my mama, I don't [?]
Reppin' the fits, that was too close
Dick riding niggas, man, you too old
Your bitch said I'm too cold
Fuck that bitch then I go
Tell that bitch to know her role
Everything I touch is gold
She not mine, why would I post?
Give me mind and then I ghost (Give me mind and then I ghost)
Put on my Number (N)ine, hit a pose
If the feds ask, I don't know
Put a mask over my nose
And I heard your gang broke, yeah
My gang countin' rolls, yeah
I get bands, Cody Rhodes, yeah
That ho do the most, yeah
I get locked up and I'm telling a lie
Ride on my wave, I'm a radical guy
These niggas broke, want a piece of my pie
Dick sucking me, man, these niggas is bi
I'm with my niggas, I'm always gon' ride, pause
Swear to God, don't even like y'all
I can't look her in the eyeball
OG [?]
