Hurt what it do
Smoov what's good baby
Man oh man you should see all the kinds of friends we got here at fosters
[Verse 1]
I f** on your b**h she gave me that mouthpiece
Took her from south-east, brought her to south beach
Too many sticks when it kick it be bouncing
I came with the bag and I ran up the champagne
Saving no b**h and I came with the actions
Got real mob ties and I got real [?]
Too many b**hes so I f** on her best friend(trapnanana)
Hold on
[?] a n***a down with a stick
These lil n***as they ain't even got no defense
Pull on their rip and I bet they be griefing
He on some rap sh** no we ain't beefin'
I'm in the circle and I got a Glock 10
[?]
It was a headshot he thought he got drop kicked
Luciano boy yeah I be robbin'
Hop out the Batmobile with a mob stick
[Verse 2]