[Intro]
(Exetra Beatz made it)
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[Chorus: Pop Smoke]
Look, Big 092MLBOA
GQ, you got a gun, n***a, gun, n***a? Me too
Brodie gon' what? Brodie gon' back out, brodie gon' brush 'em
Look, brodie gon', brodie gon', rrr
Dig in that Louis bag, Louis bag, n***a, dig in that bag, duffle
Brodie gon' back out, cut 'em, brodie gon', woo, I bet Moe gon' shoot
Don't get put on a shirt, watch n***as lurk
I keep a Glock when I'm in church
Spin through your block, step on the clutch
Hit that boy up, then I reverse

[Verse 1: Juice WRLD]
Better come get your mans, huh
They gonna fuck a n***a right there, hey
Shoot him in his face bitch no hands
Die alone die alone no friends, hey
Heard you wanna fight my mans
Hey lil' bro leave the n***a right there
Hey lil' bro ain't shit right there
Hey shoot first bitch I fight fair, hey
Say he wanna box me, hit him with a Bruce Lee
One - Two bitch whats up, ayy
Take his bitch I fucked, ayy
Kick that bitch no punt, ayy
Shit on that ball like a plunger, ayy
Block kinda hungry got munchies, ayy
Run up on me then I'm bustin', hey
[Chorus: Pop Smoke]
Look, Big 092MLBOA
GQ, you got a gun, n***a, gun, n***a? Me too
Brodie gon' what? Brodie gon' back out, brodie gon' brush 'em
Look, brodie gon', brodie gon', rrr
Dig in that Louis bag, Louis bag, n***a, dig in that bag, duffle
Brodie gon' back out, cut 'em, brodie gon', woo, I bet Moe gon' shoot
Don't get put on a shirt, watch n***as lurk
I keep a Glock when I'm in church
Spin through your block, step on the clutch
Hit that boy up, then I reverse

[Verse 2: Pop Smoke]
I don't talk to n***as, I don't play wit' n***as
Got a bad bitch that'd tase a n***a
Stone cold, blue flag, 09 to the A, n***a, Woo back
Uh, say that, I call a Ape with a Maybach
I'm 823, I get straight cash, if you got that work, I'ma take that
Said I'm Big 092, know that I'm Woo
Don't come to my block, we gon' give 'em the boot
I keep me a Glock, shoot out the roof, two .38's, three .22's
Uh, uh, DayDay
Have you screamin' through mega like, "Mayday"
Who the fuck are you talkin' to, crazy?
If you don't want no beef, n***a, pay me
[Chorus: Pop Smoke]
Look, Big 092MLBOA
GQ, you got a gun, n***a, gun, n***a? Me too
Brodie gon' what? Brodie gon' back out, brodie gon' brush 'em
Look, brodie gon', brodie gon', rrr
Dig in that Louis bag, Louis bag, n***a, dig in that bag, duffle
Brodie gon' back out, cut 'em, brodie gon', woo, I bet Moe gon' shoot
Don't get put on a shirt, watch n***as lurk
I keep a Glock when I'm in church
Spin through your block, step on the clutch
Hit that boy up, then I reverse

[Interlude: XXXTENTACION]
Hehe, yeah
You know I'm posted in the booth with the boof with Ronny J
Gotta get in the mood, hehe
You know how I'm rockin'
For real now
Gang, gang, gang
Hehe, yeah, yeah, ay

[Verse 3: XXXTENTACION]
Post with that fucking blade, bitch, I'll skin your face, huh
Dick on that fucking gun, I love it when they run (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Fuck all that talkin' shit, do that shit for fun, uh
Fuck 'round with these n***as, ayy
Stab a body- fuck do you mean?, ayy
[Chorus: Pop Smoke]
Look, Big 092MLBOA
GQ, you got a gun, n***a, gun, n***a? Me too
Brodie gon' what? Brodie gon' back out, brodie gon' brush 'em
Look, brodie gon', brodie gon', rrr
Dig in that Louis bag, Louis bag, n***a, dig in that bag, duffle
Brodie gon' back out, cut 'em, brodie gon', woo, I bet Moe gon' shoot
Don't get put on a shirt, watch n***as lurk
I keep a Glock when I'm in church
Spin through your block, step on the clutch
Hit that boy up, then I reverse