Lil Wyd-Pasto Flocco

Yeah oh Yeah oh oh Yeah oh yeah Oh yeah yeah I spin through his block with the K yeah you know I don't play Boy I stay with the gang you better stay in your lane Cartier on the frames Rayban you a lame Slime slatt this the gang Ah yeah ah yeah ah Boy don't front all my n***as we'll pop you Like a vacuum yeah my n***as they will swap you B***h slap a n***a yeah I don't argue Skrrt Yeah pop you Yeah my n***as pullin' up yeah we gon' pop 'em Tenth grade yeah I got the TEC up in my locker Ballin' hard ballin' like I'm uh Serge Ibaka If we get him yeah I turn him red like a lobster Psh he drunk yeah he slumped on Corona I'm goin' up like a boner they had me trapped in the corner Now they let me out the corner oh opps around We got a Glock now we can just pop 'em now Dun-nun-nun-nun-nun-nun-nun-nun-nun-nun-nun-nun yeah Dun-nun-nun-nun-nun-nun-nun-nun-nun-nun-nun-nun Yeah Dun-nun-nun-nun-nun-nun-nun-nun-nun-nun-nun-nun Dun dun dun-nun-nun-nun-nun I spin through his block with the K yeah you know I don't play Boy I stay with the gang you better stay in your lane Cartier on the frames Rayban you a lame Slime slatt this the gang Ah yeah ah yeah ah