Prod. Gabrius

Uh-uh

Gon’ head roll you up another one
I been blazing, it’s a hundred blunts
My life been crazy like I’m on a run
I been popping it, my momma son

Yeah, I been popping it
Most of y’all n****s won’t get it
Chrome Hearts on my fitted
Walking the beat, I shitted
No, I ain’t showing no pity
Got a lil’ hoe so pretty
She taking my hands, I know she with it

This lil’ hoe so bad, she rolling off Xans
I’m off 50
X pills in my hands got me in a trance
Ion even feel it
Wait, baby, take my hands
I just wanna dance, you don’t need a feeling
Wait, baby, take my hands I just wanna dance, you don’t need a feeling

You don’t even need a feeling
I was on the Southside, f*cking bad hoes, turning to a villain
Most of my n****s be trippin’
They came wit’ them sticks, they armed and dangerous

I’m shooting this b*tch with my all
I’m never gon’ fall, I know how the gang gon’ get
Licking that p*ssy, I don’t need a reason
I promise ’cause I love the flavorin’

F*cking this hoe and she do what I say
Now I’m thinking like damn, I done tamed the b*tch
Thinking like damn, I done tamed a b*tch
Thinking like damn, I done tamed a hoe
Aiming that b*tch like a ranger tho
Thinking like damn, I done tamed a hoe

(Interlude)

Yeah, I been popping it
Most of y’all n****s won’t get it
Chrome Hearts on my fitted
Walking the beat, I shitted
No, I ain’t showing no pity

Got a lil’ hoe so pretty
She taking my hands, I know she with it
This lil’ hoe so bad, she rolling off Xans
I’m off 50

X pills in my hands got me in a trance
Ion even feel it
Wait, baby, take my hands
I just wanna dance, you don’t need a feeling
Wait, baby, take my hands I just wanna dance, you don’t need a feeling

My Momma Son

prod. sagesagesagee

Ion gon’ hold, we ain’t seen nobody.

We was in the backseat rollin’ off molly.
When the trap get low, I’ll take somebody.

Askin’ for X in the back and I got it.
I got a gun, I look in the eye when I shot it.
Check on your son—heard he been walkin’ without it.

This not for fun, I really been growin’ exotic.
Knowin’ he out with his momma, I shot it.

Pass me the X and the stick and I got it.
Flash on the stick, this bitch off when I shot it.
I let it sing—this bitch blow like a rocket.
So many shots, this bitch jam when I cock it.

They let it sang, I just say when to stop it.
I’m used to kickin’ that door when they lock it.

I went Margiela, Margiela my wallet.
It’s somethin’ I’d rather be killed than be honest.

I’m in the field but I ball like Giannis.
Maison Margiela all white like bunnies.

Thick ho’ brown skin, cute like Connie.
We ain’t gotta talk—make ’em fight like Gandhi.

Backdoor who? Kill a ho’ Ted Bundy.
Thousand-dollar shoes, n***a wear ’em like Marni.

Pass me the deuce, now I’m sippin’ on Barney.
Ion gotta talk ’cause I’m rockin’ Ed Hardy.

Y’all havin’ fun? Gotta shoot up the party.
She givin’ brain—man, that ho’ was a smarty.

I got some stripes in this shit like I’m Marty.
This ho’ be drinkin’ my piss like she Jane.

We off the X, got her goin’ insane.
Play for the West and I’m never gon’ change.
They wanna talk—better shoot with some aim.

Diamond the bracelet, I don’t want a chain.
We got the sticks, better stay in yo’ lane.

Takin’ this ho’ and I beat her like Bane.
I been controllin’ the stick like a crane.

Ion got no car—wanna spin, take the train.
I ain’t The Carter, I’m rappin’ like Wayne.

I need the X, I’m a moth to a flame.
I take a Xan, got me high on the plane.

I am a stepper, got boots in the rain.
I got a beam, this bitch boostin’ my aim.

Get off your ass and go get you a stain.
I just been smokin’ on Mary & Jane.

I gotta eat, I just tatted my veins.
Tatted my name—man, this ho’ was a shame.

Fucked the same ho’, but we never the same.
Binary sticks—man, this shit not a game.

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