TCardi Lyrics by Kay Flock & Dougie B (feat. Lil Skrap 1090 & Justo B)
Grrt, baow, baow, baow
Grrt, gang, gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang
If we spinnin’, we hittin’ whoever you wit’, like, soon as I boom, better dip
Got a new Glock, I extended the clip, like, beam on this chop, I won’t miss
Told Dougie, “I’m fiendin’, bro, ain’t no assist”, told Kay, “Kay don’t worry, I’mma do the hit”
N**** Dougie my brother, I’m takin’ that risk, like, “Fuck it, let’s go take a trip”
Yo, Dougz, you spin, I spin, you throw five, I throw ten
We spinnin’ around like we did it again, like, fuck it, we up at his friend
Like bitch I’m MB, I throw up the trin, two flocks two chops we gon’ hop out again
Like fuck that, walk up on his friend, like, we gon’, like
Why the fuck n***** smoke on my opps, like they do not rap what they live?
Hе tried to run but I clicked on his mans, like hol’ on, I rеally rap what I did
Nadi gon’ flock, he don’t need rubber bands, like, what you think he gon’ do for the cig?
Hollows start spittin’, shit hit through his ribs, like don’t get caught up in traffic again
On parole wit’ a chop, still movin’ too hot like, it ain’t like he done clicked it again
On parole wit’ a chop still too hot like, like, like
I ain’t no killer don’t push me, just gotta get back if he die, then it’s fuck it, look
AC just spot him, he got him, he don’t want no problems so who really buggin’, look
Bitches be thinkin’ they hot, backin’ out Henny and bitches be pop
Gotta call thotty, we gettin’ the drop, if it’s up then it’s stuck, leave it up at the top
When you run into me, bitch its shooter get shot, I got too many opps, we got too many chops
Bitch, I shoot double hands and I’m clearin’ the block, if they send me the addy, walk up, let it flock
Like a thotty, I don’t wanna party, like I’m ratchet I don’t want a barbie
Need a baddie who party like Cardi, is you ready to ride in a heartbeat
Smoochie, no cuffin’ just eat me I’m sorry, jack the opps, get put in a Marley
Me and Kay too deep, no assist, one thot, two chops, two flocks for the hit
And you know I gotta shoot 2 hands
You get hit wit ‘this heat and you catchin’ a tan
Get low from the scene and we get at his mans
We hop out the V and hop back in the van
Put the shmoney on him and get shmurda if can’t get to him
Knocks in my pocket, I walk with a limp
Bro called tryna score but he done off the rims
He lookin’ at me like I know my hand on the grip, look
He make a wrong move and I lift him, like, if that man don’t get hype
Should I pop out the cut and gon’ blitz ’em
Took a pic and that boy did the same shit, I pop out an’ you know who I came wit’
Ya mans died, n**** go and slide, he just posted a pictures while it raining
Red dot to his face tryna off him, how they kids when I slide cause I’m tossin’?
I know they mad and they picture me dead, but I picture they big homie walkin’
I been ninety before I was one, we ain’t spin push the back to the front
They see us, when we aim and they run, spin again bro miss till he touched
Red beam how the fuck can I miss? I extended my clip, like
And yeah I heard the diss, talkin’ all this gun shit wit no hits, like
He got shot and took it on the hop, 25 to the L running in, like
He came home and had a kid wit’ two thots, I see him, I’m throwing and kickin’ his kid, like
Gunsmoke we on all that, yeah, that’s them in the V, know I’m on that
Just to wait to shoot I’m like fall back, fuck that, grrrt-da-baow now he off that
Hit you up then go look for who sent you, bloody face, ski mask when I bend through, look
See a crowd but he back out the 9, I’m aimin’ for you and whoever you next to, like