[Intro]
We won't stop until we catch the opps
Spin the block two times and then we rock
We won't stop until we catch the opps
We gon' spin the block 'til the world stops
'Til the world stops
Second line
(It's a smash)
Second line
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[Verse 1]
Riding 'round town with my shirt off
Me, I'm off that dope, the bitch I'm with, she off that Smirnoff
Still servin' fentanyl, ten dogs eager to rip your face off
Youngins off that eight-ball, hope it don't throw they aim off
Yeah, they hatin' on me, but they broke though
Talkin' 'bout poppin' off, got me waiting for a no show
Posted on the block like a light pole, Young Promo
Heard you got that FOMO, give him what his ho won't
Yeah, big tits on them big sticks, man, he want the smoke
Wetto never lackin', keep my pistol loaded, trained to go
Slug in the chamber, fuck goin' high, I'm goin' low
Clutchin' on that Calico, pockets thick, all natural
($lick's just talking shit, boy) Fuck around and find out
Ain't no need for plottin', if it's smoke, you gon' die now
Walk over to Ruth's Chris, just shoot shit, then dine out
Show you what my kind 'bout, having your mama cryin' out
[Chorus]
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[Verse 2]
Okay, I guess it's go time
Shoot shit, big hollow tips, $lick make his whip ghost ride
Fifteen, off codeine, just thuggin' on the northside
Eighteen, said, "Fuck lean," straight heroin if we get high
White moms, they terrified
Ask around the 985 slime, man, I'm certified
Operation Fishnet, ain't catch Wet, but free the guys
Built too much like my daddy, ho, I'm scrappy and you pacified
Bipolar like my mama, I got trauma I keep classified
Heard it through the grapevine, you think I'm a scary guy
Your bitch pillow-talkin', gettin' piped down by all the guys
All this pole grippin' on IG, somebody give that man some likes
Blowfish, I don't buy the hype, boxed up by Sunday night

[Chorus]
Second line
Second line
Second line
Second line
[Outro]
'Til the world stops