Lyrics from Snippets
[Intro]
Let's go Mario
Yeah, yeah, yeah
ni**as piped up in this b*tch right now (What?)
Gang, gang, gang
[Chorus]
And, it's too many opps in this party
Lil' b*tch, Makaveli my sh*t, brodie talk he get hit up (What? What?)
Walking with a stick like a blind man [?]
Smoking on exotic make him—huh, make him hiccup
Snakes in the grass I'm a lion, better keep up
Why I'm going fast, that b*tch getting lapped up
Say you got some dough [?]
Acting like a ho, got his motherfu*king b*tch fu*ked
[Post-Chorus]
Big frames on me (What?)
Big Range Rover (What?)
My sh*t, own it (Skrrt)
He's a poser (Yeah, yeah)
Please hit me up when it's over (What?)
Fake ass cloner
That ain't your sh*t, you a motherfu*king [?]
She know I'm a dog, I'm a motherfu*king Dober
Woke up to the smoke 'cause I hate being sober
[Refrain]
Blue devil sh*t, I'm up in Houston, I ball with the Rockets
Your b*tch on my jimmy, I told her to stop it
No b*tch, I ain't John, I got hoes in the tropics
Not a civilian, I roll like I'm Gotti
You slide through my crib, but this sh*t looking garbage
Young ni**as too rich from the streets, we ain't mobbin'
Come to Milwaukee, them ni**as still robbing (Yeah, gang, gang)
[Verse]
Big-ass chop put a whole through his dome (What?)
I'm on ching ching chong with this lil'-ass blunt
Finesse the pack put the whole team on
Finessed the dough where the b*tch can't go
I ain't tryna talk to a minute-maid ho
Got Balenciaga shoes and designer my clothes
Give her twenty backshots, I'll finesse your ho
I'm a hip-hopper rapper, my [?]
Energy turbo, my tool 'bout to spit fire
And your sh*t, know you big liar
Said you got [?] but this don't get my hype
And I'm Michael, call me Myers
Got 32's on that b*tch, that's a big tire
Skrrt through your block, leave it once [?]
Internet gangster, I never could [?]
Came in this b*tch with a MAC-10
I ain't tryna talk, what the fu*k is a backend (What?)
Red pockets, ni**as finna cash in
Make him hee hee in this b*tch, Michael Jackson (Yeah)
Glock with a beam, get packed in
Cut [?] Milwaulkee assassin
My ex be callin', callin', see me ballin', ballin'
Hit the club and get to laughin'
Hit my dougie, get to rapping
This the fu*kin' second season
They know DC finna spaz
Neck, wrist, ears froze, ni**as still freezing
They keep asking do I drop, I ain't finna drop, b*tch, I'm finna blow
You can run up if you want, we ain't finna run, b*tch, it's gonna float
Stepping on the gas, foenem off the ash-
[Refrain]
Blue devil sh*t, I'm up in Houston, I ball with the Rockets
Your b*tch on my jimmy, I told her to stop it
No b*tch, I ain't John, I got hoes in the tropics
Not a civilian, I roll like I'm Gotti
You slide through my crib, but this sh*t looking garbage
Young ni**as too rich from the streets, we ain't mobbin'
Come to Milwaukee, them ni**as still robbing
[Pre-Chorus]
Big frames on me (What?)
Big Range Rover (What?)
My sh*t, own it (Skrrt)
He's a poser
Please hit me up when it's over
Fake ass cloner
That ain't your sh*t, you a motherfu*king [?]
She know I'm a dog, I'm a motherfu*king Dober
[Chorus]
And, it's too many opps in this party
Lil' b*tch, Makaveli my sh*t, brodie talk he get hit up (What? What?)
Walking with a stick like a blind man [?]
Smoking on exotic make him—huh, make him hiccup
Snakes in the grass I'm a lion, better keep up
Why I'm going fast, that b*tch getting lapped up
Say you got some dough [?]
Acting like a ho, got his motherfu*king b*tch fu*ked