[Intro]
\nBrrr (Yeah)
\nBow
\nRock wit' the opps, get dropped wit' the opps (Live)
\nYou get got wit' the opps (Lively), you might get shot wit' the opps (Live)
\nHaha, woo (Woo), woo (Woo)
\nAy, switch it, switch it
\n
\n[Chorus]
\nFuck the verbal, on sight him (Who's that?)
\nBack my [?] then I might knife him
\nDice him, I don't know why they fly quick (Where your guy?)
\nGet a drop on his birthday, let's surprise him
\nThey're still on typin', they're never ridin'
\nI fly like DC cah I stay wildin'
\nWildin', while shawty wanna go wining, dining (Brr)
\nBut I'm outside, I'm fully ridin'
\nBar me, you don't know that a man do road
\nGive it the stick then man go blow (I don't know)
\nI don't know why he thinks he's bro
\nFuck wit' the opps then you can get smoked (Smokеd)
\nBack my rams then do ten toes
\nThat is a myth, nigga, what do you smokе?
\nWe got down K, we got down M, we got down A, bro got down O
\n
\n[Verse]
\nTold by the opps, lemme get downloads (Food)
\nLong night cah I been on the roads
\nStill outside 'til I double this dough
\nI was in school tryna shot this [?]
\nCroski whip, whip on the stove (Whip that)
\nWe stepped out like "who's on bro?" (Brr)
\nBut none of them yutes want smoke
\nSOB, we stayin' involved (Hah)
\nAnd I ain't tryna jinx it, none of their blades have touched my skin (None of them)
\nAnd my name's not Jdot, but I'm in a ride tryna shoot these clips (Live)
\nAnd if facts never stick like nips [?] (Don't try)
\nDon't try pull up on us, we'll make your car dash like Kim (Where your guy? Where your guy?)
\nShoulders fling, same time bad B wanna come over and up my ting
\nPings on pings, bro let it ring
\nCould'a bought a wrist the way he love RIP, RIP
\nI ain't tellin' no fibs
\nAsk the opps "kid, you know about SWiTCH?" (Live)
\nBack my switch (Brr) then let it rip
\nMan know this ting gotta burn like Vicks
\nI miss the old days
\nSad to say that we gotta catch one of them, splash one of them then we're screamin' out "olay"
\nI want the cash
\nKobe fucked her good, now she thinks we're soulmates (Huh?)
\nWhat you mean? I don't want none of that "B, are we locked in?"
\nNo way he said it on bro, LOL, okay (LOL)
\nThis drum didn't need no melody, Nathan just took the melody out (Dip)
\nWe love guns and pounds
\nBro's got weight, he ain't gainin' no pounds
\n[?], trip and roach
\nCan't forget that boy turned loud
\nNank on my right wit' the heaviest limb
\nI ain't tryna buck into PC now (Alright)
\nSwitch it like I switch from the right to my left
\nSwipe a few wit' the silliest neck
\nBitch said she make her throat stretch, so show me how far you can take it then (How far?)
\nOpps have clap, hashtag shep
\nHot cold shank in my Nike Tech, uh (Yeah)
\nI dare that boy try test, if he's comin' wit' the flicks he might as well jet
\n
\n[Chorus]
\nFuck the verbal, on sight him (Who's that)
\nBack my [?] then I might knife him
\nDice him, I don't know why they fly quick (Where your guy?)
\nGet a drop on his birthday, let's surprise him
\nThey're still on typin', they're never ridin'
\nI fly like DC cah I stay wildin'
\nWildin', while shawty wanna go wining, dining (Brr)
\nBut I'm outside, I'm fully ridin'
\nBar me, you don't know that a man do road
\nGive it the stick then man go blow (I don't know)
\nI don't know why he thinks he's bro
\nFuck wit' the opps then you can get smoked (Boring)
\nBack my rams then do ten toes
\nThat is a myth, nigga, what do you smoke?
\nWe got down K, we got down M, we got down A, bro got down O (O, O, O)\n\n
