[Chorus: YSN Ourt & 1kFat] I walk in I brought the mob in Timmy, Batman, and my niggas we robbin' Hold my trigger finger thriven Spray paint his whip if he claim its a problem And I got that Glock in my dinner jeans If I'd ever, imma blow it Heat his ass like a toaster Put that nigga on a poster [Verse 1: YSN Ourt] Fuck me a girl I want me a mill, no Netflix and chill Stop callin' my phone, bitch i'm still in the field I don't got no service I'm high on the heel Bitch, we for real get pop like a pill I can't drop my still If it ain't 7 figures I can't sign that deal If we spinning the block than we go for the kill Got my horse keep my soul 62 did it for real They like why you still got that glocky Cause too many opps wanna pop me All black whip tryna dodge paparazzi No you can't get a pic you's a thottiе In amiri jeans, Ima talk my shit She can face this dick and I chokе that bitch Like a blind man walking Ima keep my stick No bayblade on me I'ma rip his shit [Chorus: YSN Ourt & 1kFat] I walk in I brought the mob in Timmy, Batman, and my niggas we robbin' Hold my trigger finger thriven Spray paint his whip if he claim its a problem And I got that Glock in my dinner jeans If I'd ever, imma blow it Heat his ass like a toaster Put that nigga on a poster [Verse 2: 1kFat] Slide out of tire who'll gon' pop my stick These niggas hating, they know I'm legit Put a opp in the back when I rode that bitch Put a cock in a Glock and blow that bitch And they call me ho cause I smash that bitch You ain't never met a young nigga drive like this Baby I'm bigged up pocking this bitch Catch a opp in the paint and I'm blocking his shit Do the dash on 12 high speed Illegal, I ride without license I lie to detectives, not me Get me out of this jam like god please I caught me a pound, it's lit now I smoke all the zip and I'm dissing the pawns out I turn your smile to a frown now You niggas play crazy we dissing the rounds out [Chorus: YSN Ourt & 1kFat] I walk in I brought the mob in Timmy, Batman, and my niggas we robbin' Hold my trigger finger thriven Spray paint his whip if he claim its a problem And I got that Glock in my dinner jeans If I'd ever, imma blow it Heat his ass like a toaster Put that nigga on a poster
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