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PERFORMING ARTISTS
26ar
26ar
Performer
Rocko Ballin
Rocko Ballin
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ahnias Williams
Ahnias Williams
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Elias Reitzfeld
Elias Reitzfeld
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Ayo, Eli, what the fuck?
[Verse 2]
They say that a young **** a problem, they don't know what to do with me
I know you stay with a shotta, but I keep like two with me
Pull up and we drenching your spot up, better tuck your jewelry
Last **** got his top bust, tell the opps get used to this
She liking the way I maneuver, he ain't move right, so we left this madula
Try to run up, you was too stuck, why would you think I ain't come with a ruler?
With the gang, and we packing your crew up, just caught an opp, I'ma roll me a new blunt
With the gang, and we packing your crew up, just caught an opp, I'ma roll me a new one (Ayy, AR)
[Verse 3]
Whole 'nother opp in the air, it's a new one (That's a new one)
Hell no, we ain't stressing no bitch 'round here, get a new one (Treesha)
I seen them guns in your videos, when you gon' use one? (Boom, boom, boom)
You said I switched and I changed but you're really the fool one (Hold on), but you're really the fool one
Run up in your spot masked up, we gon' shoot up (Bow, bow)
And if you fuck with them ****, that mean you a loser (That mean you a loser, bitch)
Front line, everybody gon' ride, 2-6, we shooters (That's 2-6-O)
Had to Amiri them runners, we ain't wearing no Pumas (Amiri Amiri), we ain't wearing no-
I was just locked in that cell eatin' tuna
Now they love how a **** maneuver
**** ain't really on shit, make a fool of ya
Learned how to shoot by myself, no tutor
Prime time bitch, but I'll probably get your Maybach popped
Money on my head, but it's way too short
You left me in jail, it was way too dark
Anytime a **** see me, they gon' see stars
[Verse 4]
Christian Dior stepping, then we all stepping, we got more weapons than your gang
If we all get 'em, then we gon' wet 'em, yeah, that boy is gonna see his grave
Christian Dior stepping, then we app stepping, we got more weapons than your gang
If we all get 'em, ten we gon' wet 'em, yeah, that boy is gonna see his grave (AR)
[Verse 5]
Drippin' off, bitch, you know what my fit cost
Me and my **** is ready to ball, like we up at the tip-off
Lift off, get 'em gang, like is you ready to lift off? (Boom, boom, boom)
Bitches be dumb, they be fucking the clique off
I can't fuck if she don't get my dick hard (At all)
That ain't foams, you wearing those rip-offs (Those rip-offs)
Four pound, kickback like a kickoff (Boom)
Boy, I'm someone you don't wanna piss off, (AR) hold on
They always say "AR was gon' excel" (Uh, huh)
D.E. make 'em flip like Nextev
Check his Facebook, we looking for "Get well" (Get well)
How you up on the 'Gram and can't make bail? (Huh?)
That's crazy (That's crazy)
If you get locked up, don't say me (At all)
If we good, just don't tweak with KG (No way)
Want a feature? Pay me
Got two K's, come play me (Come play me, bitch)
Off D'usse, feeling wavy (I'm wavy, bitch)
Got guns, like the Navy (Like the Navy, bitch)
Got guns, like the look
Fuck that, we got chops like Iran (Like Iran)
Bet you can't name a time that I ran (Never)
Move back, if you woo from the V won't woo back, shoot that
I was toting and he should've knew that (Grrr, baow)
He approached me, and I blew that (Brrr, ayo)
[Verse 6]
They say that a young **** a problem, they don't know what to do with me
I know you stay with a shotta, but I keep like two with me
Pull up and we drenching your spot up, better tuck your jewelry
Last **** got his top bust, tell the opps get used to this
She liking the way I maneuver, he ain't move right, so we left this madula
Try to run up, you was too stuck, why would you think I ain't come with a ruler?
With the gang, and we packing your crew up, just caught an opp, I'ma roll me a new blunt
With the gang, and we packing your crew up, just caught an opp, I'ma roll me a new one
[Verse 7]
Christian Dior stepping, then we all stepping, we got more weapons than your gang
If we all get 'em, then we gon' wet 'em, yeah, that boy is gonna see his grave
Christian Dior stepping, then we app stepping, we got more weapons than your gang
If we all get 'em, ten we gon' wet 'em, yeah, that boy is gonna see his grave
Written by: Adrian Lau, Ahnias Williams, Elias Reitzfeld, Ololade Olaniyi
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