Hands on my heart won’t do you wrong (I promise) Unless you’re an opp (Fuck) And hands on my heart, I’m trying, sometimes it feels long See them, gotta do man wrong With my Anglo Arms, tear through garms Right or wrong, I’ll get man gone Pop this door, watch hella man run (Ay come here) Buss, slap one tell him duss Grab the shotgun blow away his guts Run man down let me juice that up Stand still if I slap this gun Don’t get hit by the gun its nuts Sike, come firm this one You’re the chosen one Don’t get caught with a loaded gun Get hit in your head, turn dumb I’m stunned, he survived That’s nuts and for the homeboy turned Runtz I was pissed as fuck Let that go, its calm Let’s go again, creep in the dark Look at the light when it sparks
I’m in the back of the dinger on volts Tryna flag down a pole I’m always putting my strikers on roads They can’t be hitting the post (Tally) Solicitor telling me I need to ghost I’m really doing the most Mama told me that she got diagnosed But it wasn’t her time to go Heart cold like December I want death no surrender You my brother not a member Put the buj in a blender (Oh Tally) Keep your sprayers I don’t rent out I don’t even like to lend out Me and bro’s in Barca Got the call we had to send out
Keep chatting till we roll up (Hello) Hole in one like a donut Backwoods settings, get rolled up Brand new wap is a super soaker They ducking when we roll up That’s gang in a motor Put him in a roller I need some closure I need some closure Old shaped round like Motorola Do man over, run him over Run up to him game over Game over, I don’t know what came over me In the dinger bro chauffeured me There ain’t no controlling me
There’s no controlling me like Hulk Smash heads and ghost E9 legend, I’m a GOAT Retro steppers on volts Brand new wap bro, serious smoke Tap it, tap it lets go Wait, stop tap lets go They love off the net some hoes Bullet hole make a grown man choke Make a young boy sing Reach and you receive That’s shots to your face and knees If bullets get spread I’d better have my tape Its cool he can live another day, like Bond Don’t get put in a pond Samurai sword put it through man’s top
Bad one clingy, handting glizzy (glee) I make her sing like Drizzy Gang got thingys on top of thingys Don’t get shot with your lizzy Traphouse giddy, wokhouse giddy I run the fucking committee We flooding the wings in HMP Till gang ride back home with me I’m sending broski the keys I need my brothers released Got man that are riding them birds for me I’m sending postals every week I keep a mash ’cause its peak Banked on rights, I’ll never speak Keep going hard for this team Bitch I’m a boss in these streets
Keep chatting till we roll up (Hello) Hole in one like a donut Backwoods settings, get rolled up Brand new wap is a super soaker They ducking when we roll up That’s gang in a motor Put him in a roller I need some closure I need some closure Old shaped round like Motorola Do man over, run him over Run up to him game over Game over, I don’t know what came over me In the dinger bro chauffeured me There ain’t no controlling me