Nightcrawler

Uh, uh, uh (Swaleh Beats go crazy)

Y'all already know how the fuck I'm comin', man

7 block (Burley boyz)

He better get him a pipe, play with us, that's the end of his life (that's life)

Fast life, yeah, we're like playin' in strikes, thick bitch

She knows, I'm fuckin' her right (I'm fuckin' her right)

High-speed, we hit the gas, if we ever crash

Bail out, but ain't throwin' my pipe (ain't throwin' my pipe)

Bounce out, they got the ups, I could've been dead, but, nah

I ain't goin' tonight (ain't goin' tonight)

Mm, nah, I ain't chasin' these sluts, I'm tryna get rich (I'm tryna get rich)

That backdoor was open, they caught his ass loafin'

I heard that he died with his dick (he died with his dick)

Don't care for designer, I'm a real-deal slider

Might fuck around, bounce out in Rick

Yeah, we knew he was a goofy, was movin' too fluky

How the fuck did you die with a switch? (How you die with a switch?)

Play with us, we come and blitz, he thought it was sweet on the block

He got hit in his shit (he got hit in his shit)

My shorty, 'em really get leg, got tired of them Kias

Now, we in somethin' fast with twins, uh

High-speed, they hit the lights, this straight-eight truck

Durango leavin' the dicks (it's leavin')

Back then, Score was the homie

We took his gun and them **** ain't did shit (ain't did it)

Fazo mad 'bout his bitch, man, come get it lit (man, come get it lit)

You're mad 'bout a bitch, she kicks it with us, be cool

Fool, I give her dick (you better be cool) Lil' Will clutchin' the chop

Tryna catch us an opp and jump out and let that bitch spit

Nah, that boy wasn't an opp, he really wasn't with it

I heard he got caught in the mix (he caught in the mix)

Mission failed, he ain't go out well, he died on a hit (he died on a hit)

Fuck 12, take me to my cell, nah, I will not snitch (nah, I will not snitch)

Pretty as hell, and she's thick as fuck, might make her my bitch (make her my bitch)

Button boys, we turn Glocks to fullies, too fast, it might glitch

Mission failed, he ain't go out well, he died on a hit

Fuck 12, take me to my cell, nah, I will not snitch

Pretty as hell, and she's thick as fuck, might make her my bitch

Button boys, we turn Glocks to fullies, too fast, it might glitch