Grrah Aah Grrah, grrah, boom Grrah, grrah, boom (Grrah) Niggas chattin' like I don't do what? (Like I don't do what?) If he front, he get hit in his gut (grrah) Keep a nine on my hip 'cause I swear that I'm clutch Watch her slob on my dick while I hold on her bun, like (while I hold on her bun) He sneak dissin', that nigga a bum (that nigga a bum) Pop out at dark, all he seen was the gun (all he seen was a gun) On sight, I'ma blick 'cause I know he gon' run ('cause I know he gon' run) It get tact' where I stay, better tote you a gun, like (better tote you a mop) Bitch, it's OG's or no G's (bitch, it's OG's) Hop out and I 'oot like Ginóbli (grrah, grrah) Rest in peace Diddy, he clutch like he Kobe She poppin' her titty, she don't even know me (she don't even know me) I don't care 'bout no he say, she say (like what?) Why that goofy put me in a song? I can't wait 'til I catch little DThang I let that heat sing, now he in a song (now he in a wrap) Watch these opp niggas put this on replay (put this on replay) Watch a opp nigga run like it's relay (like it's relay) Stackin' hunnids on hunnids, then replay (then replay) Have our way with the money, my team payed (Grrah, grrah) If he movin' wild, get to packin' like Green Bay (like Green Bay) Bitches act if they just wanna meet gang (like what?) Off the 'migo, she actin' a fool (she actin' a fool) Holy moly, we might need a room (we might need a what?) Hit her once but I won't hit her twice (I won't hit her twice) Missed him once but I won't miss him twice (won't miss him twice) Bullets hittin' him harder than Mike (harder than Mike) Shootin' movies, I'm feelin' like Spike (feelin' like Spike) Opp thought, 'cause the beatin' like Ike They say that we sweet, come see what it's like (what it's like) I bet he won't leave with his life If not, I bet he won't sleep for some nights (uh-huh) Smoochies off Henny, they geekin' all night (uh-huh) She get low, watch her shake it like Riri (like Riri) 42, 'migo's got her actin' 'eaky He put on a show, we aimin' at his figi Pour a deuce, watch it drop in the Fiji Niggas broke and all them niggas needy (niggas needy) Catch 'em lackin', we gon' do 'em greazy (greazy) Niggas chattin' like I don't do what? (Like huh?) If he front, he get hit in his gut (grrah, grrah) Keep a nine on my hip 'cause I swear that I'm clutch (swear) Watch her slob on my dick while I hold on her bun, like (hold on her bun) He sneak dissin', that nigga a bum (nigga a bum) Pop out at dark, all he seen was the gun (seen was the gun) On sight, I'ma blick 'cause I know he gon' run It get tack where I stay, better tote you a gun, like (better tote you a mop) Bitch, it's OG's or no G's (bitch, it's OG's) Hop out and I 'oot like Ginóbli Rest in peace Diddy, he clutch like he Kobe She poppin' her titty, she don't even know me I don't care 'bout no he say, she say Why that goofy put me in a song? (Like what?) I can't wait 'til I catch little DThang I let that heat sing, now he in a song (grrah, grrah, boom) Grrah, grrah, boom Why that goofy put me in a song? (Grrah) Thottie shakin', get it in her thong Like, thottie shakin', got her in her thong

It was love at first sight I know From the way she looked at me Her eyes said it all Long days and nights, we spent (grrrah) Until she dropped the bomb on me (grrrah, grrrah, uh huh) When she said that she Was unhappily married with children And I wish I never— I like how you look in them jeans Might go and just get a Celine We ballin', this shit not a dream Like Spalding, this shit showin' green I-I make it happen, for the team Dior fabric, lookin' clean She actin' bad, I get to clappin', like All you gon' hear is her scream She act bad, she got the ass in the booth Off the Migos and D'us', she gon do what she do, like They know how we step, she go left, better move right In my cup it be topped, baby girl I don't do, like Come and party and see what the goons like It's a movie, we gon' get drunk and then fuck in Jacuzzi Lil' shorty a cutie, the one that keep shaking the jatt with the tat on the booty She gon' get low and then give me that skully Ski mask, .40 on me and my hoodie Icy, let a nigga try to book me That's what she like, she know I ain't no rookie Catch an opp, I turn into a bully B-b-back out and hit him with this fully And she gon' eat me just 'cause how I'm lookin' Dreads hang low, how they lookin', like I might give her a ten, look Shittin' on bitches again Shakin' her hips, goin' in She a baddie, with her friend Let her do what she do She feelin' good, do not fuck up her mood I-it get tact, just watch how you move New chop kick like it got a boot I like how you look in them jeans Might go and just get a Celine We ballin', this shit not a dream Like Spalding, this shit showin' green I-I make it happen, for the team Dior fabric, lookin' clean She actin' bad, I get to clappin', like All you gon' hear is her scream Okay, that nigga, he lit Off the Migos she gon take off with me O-o-okay, look both ways Shorty a cutie, might slide first base Put the tail on the booty It's a booty, it's a beauty Let's get into it, shit wet, like Jacuzzi My guns being choosy Got guns, Call of Duty Money in my pocket, he ain't fit in Ksubis Doing myself, don't need no army If you need me, just come call me What-what-what, tryna fuck-fuck-fuck Brr, buh-buh-buh, got sticks and drums My favorite style, yeah shit be doggy Offer dick, yeah, dick you froggy Huh-huh-huh, you a slut-slut-slut? Made her cum, actin' bad for what? I like how you look in them jeans Might go and just get a Celine We ballin', this shit not a dream Like Spalding, this shit showin' green I-I make it happen, for the team Dior fabric, lookin' clean She actin' bad, I get to clappin', like All you gon' hear is her scream Put the tail on her booty It's a booty, it's a beauty Wuh-wuh-wuh-wuh Brr, buh-buh-buh, wuh-wuh-wuh (Oh) Tryna fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck Tryna fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck (grrrah, grrrah, grrrah-grrrah)

Que lo que, what's the word? Que tu hace, what we doin'? We spot a opp, get to shootin' But do 'em like Wasca, what we boomin' We makin' movies, so don't walk up Niggas hidin' and shit, they ain't stupid Pop out the cut, how we do it He don't got no drills, but he make good music Like, she tryna come to my casa 'Cause she tryna give me that culo And it's still, "Free Flocka" out the you know Hit and quit it, we can't fall for no group ho I'm the one, number uno Just havin' fun, let a few go Hit it good, make her scream Papi Chulo .40 flip a nigga like a Sumo When we on that block, tiro Niggas hidin' and shit when he sendin' When we catch a opp, tiro Shot from the Glock got 'em limpin' Niggas be actin' like Deebo He don't see what I see, though Shooter wit' me and I call him Carlito Tiro Grrah, tiro Tiro I'm too crafty, like, who wanna see that I keep it on me, I don't need a b-bag We like 4 deep, we got three straps Shorty on me, throw that thin' back One of the bros be the watchout If we catch a opp, he get clocked out Bullets hit hard, that's a knockout We say 'tiro, then let a shot out He act bad, then I'm backin' him down And then after that, ain't no gettin' up There go my cup, pass me my soda Pour up that lean, 'cause I can't get enough And she used to move wocky Hit it from the side, got her callin' me Papi Get to the money, these niggas broke And this is for all the opp niggas that watch me When we on that block, tiro Niggas hidin' and shit when he sendin' When we catch a opp, tiro Shot from the Glock got 'em limpin' Niggas be actin' like Deebo He don't see what I see, though Shooter wit' me and I call him Carlito Tiro Grrah, tiro Tiro

(Glo made that beat?) Grrah Grrah-grrah Look Fuck all the opps we gon'— First nigga seen, we gon' click at his hat Fed's on our ass but we makin' it— Look Fuck all the opps, spin the front and the back If we catch a opp lackin', we click at his hat Feds on our ass but we makin' it tact' Perc' bussin', I'm geekin', I cannot relax He lovin' that thot but we hit in the trap If he throw up a Y then he meetin' his death I'ma tweak on a bitch if she droppin' the set Pour a deuce in the Faygo, I sip for the stress If he movin' wock then I'm bound to react Bullets beat on his chest and then come out his back Who lookin' for me? They know where I'm at He come through my way, put the beam on his chest I be tryna trust, she keep lyin' to me Bitches out here, they be dyin' to meet Everywhere that I go, keep the iron on me I'm too deep in this shit, niggas plottin' on me One in the head, heard they slidin' on me You get caught at the light then I'm flockin' the V I see the opps, I ain't coppin' a plea I got new opps I been dyin' to meet If he up it on me, then you dyin' with me No, I ain't gon' play, I'm gon' up it and flame Niggas talkin' on bro, make him dance like he Dane And he hit the floor, put some feets on his brain I don't need to be broke to go snatch me a chain I don't need me a pill to go put in some pain Big Die Y, we ain't jackin' that gang If he scream RPT then we lettin' it flame We get money, we get tipsy It get ugly, clips empty So don't try to run, 'cause, on bro, it get risky He could run, if he run, I'ma turn him to Ricky Get the addy, we right at his doormat First one come to the door, make 'em fall back Young shooters, I swear that they on that They get it done and they spin in the four pack Try to step in my shoes, that shit give you the chills Got a mil' in my name, everything is a mil' I ain't dissin' no more, labels tellin' me, "Chill" So just read in between, give a fuck how you feel If he mention the dead then he flyin' with Dub I ain't speak on the dead 'cause I really got love Oh they linked in the back? Then the feature a dub Now look One false move then I'm blastin' this bitch Like, one quick spin, yeah, we clappin' 'em quick If you scream the wrong gang we ain't havin' that shit Gotta stay on one side, gotta die with that clique And when I come around niggas laughin' and shit But when I'm not around they be chattin' and shit Never settle for nothin', gotta keep it buggin' If she try to line, I'ma die with the bitch Grrah-grrah, bow-bow, bussin' and shit GBGs, DOA, up in this shit Ain't no love in this bitch, give a fuck who you with Big EBK, give a fuck who you is Fuck all the opps, spin the front and the back If we catch a opp lackin', we click at his hat Feds on our ass but we makin' it tact' Perc' bussin', I'm geekin', I cannot relax He lovin' that thot but we hit in the trap If he throw up a Y then he meetin' his death I'ma tweak on a bitch if she droppin' the set Pour a deuce in the Faygo, I sip for the stress If they droppin' a O then we keep it official Fuck Die Y, we gon' geek on this shit Lets geek on the bitch That's big Die Y, we gon' geek on this shit

ਵਰਕਾ ਹੌਲੀ-ਹੌਲੀ ਕਰਕੇ ਪਲਟ ਹੋ ਰਿਹਾ ਐ ਵਰਕਾ ਹੌਲੀ-ਹੌਲੀ ਕਰਕੇ ਪਲਟ ਹੋ ਰਿਹਾ ਐ ਮੈਨੂੰ ਲਗਦੈ ਮੇਰੀ ਜ਼ਿੰਦਗੀ ਵਿੱਚ ਕੁੱਝ ਗ਼ਲਤ ਹੋ ਰਿਹਾ ਐ ਮੈਨੂੰ ਲਗਦੈ ਮੇਰੀ ਜ਼ਿੰਦਗੀ ਵਿੱਚ ਕੁੱਝ ਗ਼ਲਤ ਹੋ ਰਿਹਾ ਐ ਉਹ ਕਿਸੇ ਹੋਰ ਦਾ ਹੋਣਾ ਚਾਹੁੰਦੇ ਨੇ ਮੈਨੂੰ ਝੂਠਾ ਪਾਉਣਾ ਚਾਹੁੰਦੇ ਨੇ ਮੈਂ ਸਮਝ ਗਈ ਆਂ ਜ਼ਿੰਦਗੀ 'ਚੋਂ ਮੈਨੂੰ ਧੱਕਾ ਦੇਣਾ ਚਾਹੁੰਦੇ ਨੇ ਮੇਰੇ ਨਾਲ-ਨਾਲ ਇਹ ਖਾਲੀ-ਖਾਲੀ ਫ਼ਲਕ ਰੋ ਰਿਹਾ ਐ ਮੇਰੇ ਨਾਲ-ਨਾਲ ਇਹ ਖਾਲੀ-ਖਾਲੀ ਫ਼ਲਕ ਰੋ ਰਿਹਾ ਐ ਮੈਨੂੰ ਲਗਦੈ ਮੇਰੀ ਜ਼ਿੰਦਗੀ ਵਿੱਚ ਕੁੱਝ ਗ਼ਲਤ ਹੋ ਰਿਹਾ ਐ ਮੈਨੂੰ ਲਗਦੈ ਮੇਰੀ ਜ਼ਿੰਦਗੀ ਵਿੱਚ ਕੁੱਝ ਗ਼ਲਤ ਹੋ ਰਿਹਾ ਐ (...ਵਿੱਚ ਕੁੱਝ ਗ਼ਲਤ ਹੋ ਰਿਹਾ ਐ) ਮੈਂ ਵਕਤ ਕਿੰਨਾ ਬਰਬਾਦ ਕਰਾਂ ਜਦ ਬੇਵਫ਼ਾ ਨੂੰ ਯਾਦ ਕਰਾਂ ਮੈਂ ਵਕਤ ਕਿੰਨਾ ਬਰਬਾਦ ਕਰਾਂ ਜਦ ਬੇਵਫ਼ਾ ਨੂੰ ਯਾਦ ਕਰਾਂ ਮੈਂ ਪਾਗਲ, ਅੱਜ ਵੀ ਹਰ ਕੰਮ ਨੂੰ ਤੇਰਾ ਨਾਮ ਲੈਣ ਤੋਂ ਬਾਅਦ ਕਰਾਂ Raj, Raj, ਮੈਂ ਯਾਦ ਤੇਰੀ ਵਿੱਚ ਖੁਦ ਨੂੰ ਖੋ ਰਹੀ ਮੈਂ ਅੱਜ ਵੀ ਡਰਦੀ ਲੋਕਾਂ ਤੋਂ, ਬਾਰਿਸ਼ ਵਿੱਚ ਰੋ ਰਹੀ ਕਿਉਂ ਧੋਖਾ ਮੇਰੇ ਨਾਲ ਹਾਏ ਅਬ ਤਕ ਹੋ ਰਿਹਾ ਐ? ਧੋਖਾ ਮੇਰੇ ਨਾਲ ਹਾਏ ਅਬ ਤਕ ਹੋ ਰਿਹਾ ਐ ਮੈਨੂੰ ਲਗਦੈ ਮੇਰੀ ਜ਼ਿੰਦਗੀ ਵਿੱਚ ਕੁੱਝ ਗ਼ਲਤ ਹੋ ਰਿਹਾ ਐ ਮੈਨੂੰ ਲਗਦੈ ਮੇਰੀ ਜ਼ਿੰਦਗੀ ਵਿੱਚ ਕੁੱਝ ਗ਼ਲਤ ਹੋ ਰਿਹਾ ਐ कभी-कभी तेरे दर्द में हाय, शराब भी पीती हूँ मैंने सुना मैं तेरे चेहरे से दिखाई देती हूँ मेरा जीना, मेरा जीना हाय, ज़हर हो गया है मेरा दिल मुझ से रूठ गया हाय, ग़ैर हो गया है ਪਲ-ਪਲ ਮੇਰਿਆਂ ਸਾਹਾਂ ਦਾ ਹਾਏ ਕਤਲ ਹੋ ਰਿਹਾ ਐ ਪਲ-ਪਲ ਮੇਰਿਆਂ ਸਾਹਾਂ ਦਾ ਹਾਏ ਕਤਲ ਹੋ ਰਿਹਾ ਐ ਮੈਨੂੰ ਲਗਦੈ ਮੇਰੀ ਜ਼ਿੰਦਗੀ ਵਿੱਚ ਕੁੱਝ ਗ਼ਲਤ ਹੋ ਰਿਹਾ ਐ ਮੈਨੂੰ ਲਗਦੈ ਮੇਰੀ ਜ਼ਿੰਦਗੀ ਵਿੱਚ ਕੁੱਝ ਗ਼ਲਤ ਹੋ ਰਿਹਾ ਐ