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Ah, uh, uh, uh, uh-uh, uh
Uh-uh, uh-uh
Uh, are you ready or not?
From the slums broken-hearted and we carrying Glocks
Out the cut, pistols sparkin', tryna bury an opp
And we gon' double up if they take one of ours (Uh, uh)
Brand new Glizzy out the box, make them shooters smile
It's Gameday, treat they block like it's a shooter round
I swear my lil' nigga so hot, it's hard to cool him down (Uh)
Uh-uh, uh-uh
Uh, are you ready or not?
From the slums broken-hearted and we carrying Glocks
Out the cut, pistols sparkin', tryna bury an opp
And we gon' double up if they take one of ours (Uh, uh)
Brand new Glizzy out the box, make them shooters smile
It's Gameday, treat they block like it's a shooter round
I swear my lil' nigga so hot, it's hard to cool him down (Uh)
Treat his head, like free throws, they playing super foul
Face shot all in his mouth, just like a root canal
No father and dead friends, turn him to a ruthless child (Uh)
Searching for my day one's, lookin' through the crowd
Finally made it, so don't worry 'bout how I'm doin' now
When we in the A, hit up Wafi shit like it's the shoe store
And I keep a shooter on the wing like Toni Kukoč
Stick by that Lil Uzi like I'm cool wit' Baby Pluto
Skinny nigga, big gun, my pockets on Sumo
Young nigga got options, pick the truck or the two-door
Face shot all in his mouth, just like a root canal
No father and dead friends, turn him to a ruthless child (Uh)
Searching for my day one's, lookin' through the crowd
Finally made it, so don't worry 'bout how I'm doin' now
When we in the A, hit up Wafi shit like it's the shoe store
And I keep a shooter on the wing like Toni Kukoč
Stick by that Lil Uzi like I'm cool wit' Baby Pluto
Skinny nigga, big gun, my pockets on Sumo
Young nigga got options, pick the truck or the two-door
Or I'm in the back of that Maybach, smoking you know
Ever seen a mill, thousand racks, all blue notes
Bust down Ralph Lauren on my wrist, this ain't no Hublot
My lil' cousin' like to run it up, he go by two-fold
Front him, he gon' double up, won't take him too long
Is the love really real? Nigga, who knows
They watching the throne, everybody wanna be Uno
Uh, are you ready or not?
From the slums broken-hearted and we carrying Glocks
Out the cut, pistols sparkin', tryna bury an opp
And we gon' double up if they take one of ours (Uh, uh)
Ever seen a mill, thousand racks, all blue notes
Bust down Ralph Lauren on my wrist, this ain't no Hublot
My lil' cousin' like to run it up, he go by two-fold
Front him, he gon' double up, won't take him too long
Is the love really real? Nigga, who knows
They watching the throne, everybody wanna be Uno
Uh, are you ready or not?
From the slums broken-hearted and we carrying Glocks
Out the cut, pistols sparkin', tryna bury an opp
And we gon' double up if they take one of ours (Uh, uh)
Uh, are you ready or not?
From the slums broken-hearted and we carrying Glocks
Out the cut, pistols sparkin', tryna bury an opp
And we gon' double up if they take one of ours (Uh, uh)
From the slums broken-hearted and we carrying Glocks
Out the cut, pistols sparkin', tryna bury an opp
And we gon' double up if they take one of ours (Uh, uh)
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