MP3 
No, no, we don't play, get the bus in
Said I come out, shoot it up, bust in
Say they got clips, they don't bust shit
I only need me and my drumstick
Give, give 'em a ho, hope I bust quick
I came from the block, I don't love shit
We was too young, doin' dumb shit
Why bitches love makin' assumptions?
Why shorty want posts with the public?
Why shorty want posts with the public?
These diamonds gon' flee through my touchless
And I got the stick and the function
Spring like D gon' bust shit
I told 'em I shoot it up, bust in
Man, baby, come suck up this cum
I-I roll 'em up in a molly
But shout out my lil' nigga, Molly
We throwin' blicks in the party
We heard you want play, we don't parlay
Brody a hundred and always
We gon' get the drum and that's always
They kept it tucked, that was always
Now niggas is stuck in the hallways
Goddamn, niggas gon' blame
'Forty gon' play 'cause he know who I am
Man, I used to pray that they know who I am
Nigga, I been with the gang, but they sittin' in the can
Playin' for my father 'cause he sittin' in the can
And I really skip a hunnid, man, I pray that he the man
Did it with her friends, but I-
First it wasn't plannin', I'm lookin' for him
'Cause I know that that's the plan, yeah
Know we don't play, get the boss in
Said I took my shooter to buy Sam
Said he got clips, they don't buy shit
I only need me and my drumsticks
Givin' my homo, buy bars quick
I came from the block, I don't love shit
We was too young doin' dumb shit
While bitches been makin' us suck
She ends my shorty, want pants with a plug
Keep the shit a lot
Brody told me change, I can never see the pot
Turtle in the grave, you can never see the block
Nigga yellin' in the cage, I can never see my pops
Runnin' with the bank, but at first we need to stop
Coppin' me a Glock, makin' sure I got a lock
Brody out his socks, I'ma throw a lil' knot
And that bitch gon' throw it back, I'ma promise she a bop, yeah
But we got some big stripes
We came in from nothin', that's big facts
And Brody gon' slip back
If you wanna play, we gon' tic-tac
I rest on some red fri-
If my shooters don't shoot off some chim-chams
I ain't losin' PEMDAS
I'm solvin' this shit with my big strut
