Lyrics

(Gelatoo)
Tried to hop out on my opp, but I don't know
Why the fuck twin got the door on child lock?
Uh, I'm like, "Twin, why the fuck you got the door on child lock?"
I'm like, "Twin, time to slide", and he wipe his smile off
I just caught my opp lackin', run a mile off
You ain't get no points when you spin a bin, you got child knocked
Hop out on feet with this FN, he threw towel out
I had my mom stressed out, prayin' 'cause her child hot
I'm still not geeked, two P10s, I'm like astronaut
I fell asleep, crushed green Xans, with my mouth dropped
Pregnant lady with this fye in hand, ****, I'll pop
Uh, I'm talkin 'bout, ****, I'll pop, uh
I'm tryna get this **** fried, slide with my Glock
Junkie beatin' on the door, he talkin' 'bout, "Serve me my rock"
Young **** masked up, and we pull up with some turbans and you shot
Stick dirty, in that hotbox I got nervous, seen cops
Off a Perky, she gon' slurp me, when I whip out my cock
I can't see, bang B, one eye, Fetty Wap
**** sleep with one eye open, Fetty Wap
And young **** tweakin' with my gun out, they keep sayin' stop
Yeah, my main ho found out that I cheated, still gon' give me top
Yeah, them young **** know it's hot as hell, but still on that block
Seen my young **** whip up half a bale, made me a proud pops
Off these percs, they itch so much, I swear, like I had pox
Yeah, I'm geekin', tweakin' off this pill, Mbox rox
My uncle trap for real, he sell heroin
Might put prop in my vid', but this a real gun
Huh, this info counterfeit, but swipe for real money
This glizzy got a switch, pull up and kill sons
Backseat with that stick, I think I see a opp
Uh, I can't even get up out this bitch, twin got the door locked
Huh, like fuck it, spray up out this car, I can't just let 'em walk
Tried to hop out on my opp, but I don't know
Why the fuck twin got the door on child lock?
Tried to hop out on my opp, but I don't know
Why the fuck twin got the door on child lock?
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