Untitled

Turn me up,

don't turn me down,

no, no Turn me up,

don't turn me down,

no, no Turn me up,

don't turn me down,

no, no Ayy,

V, let's go I do my—

Can a DJ play my song?

Gettin'

low in my zone and I'm

tryna get— Can a DJ play

my song?

For my— Jump out on

your block, just me and my

J's Remember back then when we

was servin' them plays Hand in

hand, we gettin' paid

When I see my target,

I'm lettin' it clap Don't hesitate,

send him off the map Out

on the block,

we have one strap Don't matter,

still ready to put some shit

back And we gon' spin,

boy, you better not lack If

I step to the suit,

they gon' eat his back And

you gon' fuck that shit up,

you ain't gon' have no track

And we known for goin' to

get that get back Just tell

me the route,

I don't need a map Told

bro I'ma go,

I just need a strap We

gon' fill in the corner 'til

he leave the rap I'm shootin'

like Curry,

I don't need a vest My

brother like Klay,

you know we the best Bro

say he just took him a

TEC .556 gon' leave him stretched

Put a Drac' in my hand,

I'm ready to scrap I'm on

this beat,

but I ain't makin' no rap

7.62 gon' make his shoulder clap

Fuckin' his bitch and I'm makin'

her fat I'm showin' that Trish,

she like,

"What is that?" Spinnin' your block,

I'm dressin' all black First one

I see,

he ain't makin' it back Remember

them days,

show me how to swap Standin'

on biz,

we was makin' a mess Popped

out with a Drac',

I'm like,

"Who next?" He sick,

caught his bitch givin' that neck

Shit become like we the Splash

Bros

Uh, hold up,

hold up,

uh, uh Now keep talkin',

his lil' ass bet You already

know I'm tryna bump my square

up Catch a opp,

gon' walk him down This switch

gon' hit his face like damn

Me and lil' bro,

we been from the 3 Catchin'

a vague,

gon' walk him down We smokin'

on loud,

we smokin' on Mark Mark got

hit in his neck like that

Chase lil' bro down with a

bar And switch gon' hit his

fuckin' face With .223s gon' rip

through shit Fuckin' up they block

and shit Ayy,

lil' bro keep talkin',

I'ma let that switchy talk Call

up Brian,

Sav, and bro,

we takin' a trip We gon'

hit the A first and then

we goin' down to the main

When we catch Chris lil' ass,

I'm real,

we gon' put him in a

princess pack,

uh Uh,

and bang my square,

I'm tryna catch a vague,

I walk him down Lil' bro

swing the door,

I hit his face like,

"Where the fuck you goin'?" This

.556 fuck up them tensions and

we been that shit Told lil'

bro to hop out and we

spankin' ass,

we been the main And fucked

the ho,

we been they block,

we hop out with them switches

Me and lil' bro swing it

out then hit his face like,

"Where you goin'?" I chase shit

down from the 3,

I'm tryna bang my square

Like bro tryna bang his square,

I'm tryna bang my curry Like

Steph Curry,

pullin' my shit from half court

On bro,

I'ma turn into Super Yabba with

a Drac'