[Hook: 6ix9ine & Hudson Flo]
I'm breaking it down (stupid!)
A scam, I heard that boy running around with the packs
So I'm taking him down (yeah)
Oh my gosh, they live by the cold (you f**ing dummy)
You know we ain't making a sound (what)
You thinking about playing around with my respect
I'm making it blaow (blaow!) I'm making it blaow (blaow!)
I'm breaking it down (what)
A scam, I heard that boy running around with the packs
So I'm taking him down (ywhat)
Oh my gosh, they live by the cold
You know we ain't making a sound (big stupid)
You thinking about playing around with my respect
I'm making it blaow (blaow!) I'm making it blaow (blaow!)
[Verse 1: 6ix9ine]
Wish I could bring Pun back, blaow, n***a, run that
‘Til they let Rowdy out, we gon' let these semis out
Wish I could bring Stacks back, Chad, let the MAC clap
‘Til they free Biggavel, gotta give you n***as hell
Blicky make the n***a yell, beam hit his knees
Made him scream, when that n***a fell, shootout with the law
Or the morgue ‘fore I sit in jail, n***as say they love me
I can see it in these n***as eyes, they don't wish me well
I don't need their company, they smilin' when a n***a fell
Seein' that I'm poppin', then the shotgun, like the third round
Order stitches for these snitches, dead men tell no tales
Diggin' ditches for these n***as, toss 'em in, so well
Drive-by, leave him in the street, n***a, road k**
HBA, gold fronts, let me guess, “So trill”?
n***a, this is New York, make the wrong move
And the goons let the tool spark, work hard and move salt
8 Ball like pool holes, cracked like the pavement
Diesel like the gas station, trap out the basement
Blow in the Pyrex, mask on our faces
Let 'em act sketch, but this lead will erase 'em, on gang
[Hook: 6ix9ine & Hudson Flo]
I'm breaking it down (stupid!)
A scam, I heard that boy running around with the packs
So I'm taking him down (yeah)
Oh my gosh, they live by the cold (f**ing dummy)
You know we ain't making a sound (what)
You thinking about playing around with my respect
I'm making it blaow (blaow!) I'm making it blaow (blaow!)
I'm breaking it down (stupid!)
A scam, I heard that boy running around with the packs
So I'm taking him down (yeah)
Oh my gosh, they live by the cold (f**ing dummy)
You know we ain't making a sound (what)
You thinking about playing around with my respect
I'm making it blaow (blaow!) I'm making it blaow (blaow!)
[Verse 2: Hudson Flo]
Creeping through the darkness