Serigo McFarlane/Robert Takbar

Fucking with Gunna-Gunna, on the over
Under I done fucked around and caught drips
I was born broke,  grew up broke
Then a young nigga got fixed
It’s Chucky time, you play-play
Nigga everybody got sticks
Since Nip died, boys inspired
Nigga everybody turn Crip
I can’t take a photo, you
Ain’t my main bitch, you my low-low
Not into doing promo, you can give me top
Let me poke though
If I take a risk, I wanna bolo
Me and Baby Joker goin loko
I need good gas, keep the coco
Need 100 pounds of Mojo Jojo

If I die lemme go to heaven
Alkaline on the beverage in acres homes
At Mickey-D’s extra Mac Sauce number 7
Can’t leave the country I’m a felon
White bitch name Rebecca
Got $100 million on my schedule
On the couch chillin wit Ellen
Donut, donut donut, donut, I’m in love
Ain’t one bitch I could trust
I get tuna fish on my sub
Bunka burger not the beef
Marathon on the fleece
If you ain’t loyal, swallow bleach
If the bitch faithful, i'ma cheat
Every bitch a fuck hoe
Don’t call my phone bout hoes
I can’t snitch it’s a no
That go against my soul
DA got the dope, Dapper Dan on the coat
I fell in love with the hoe
I love the way she drive the boat
IHOP over Denny’s, ratchet bitches on Tinder
Big mama caught me cheating
And punched the bitch
Who the fuck she is, Remy
Paid a Bill Cosbys for the Nikes
I am 50Tyson
Fuck 3 cousins in the same night
My granny know I’m triflin

Fucking with Gunna-Gunna, on the over
Under I done fucked around and caught drip
I was born broke, grew up broke
Then a young nigga got fixed
It’s Chucky time, you play-play
Nigga everybody got sticks
Since Nip died, boys inspired, nigga
Everybody turn Crip
I can’t take a photo, you
Ain’t my main bitch, you my low-low
Not into doing promo, you can give me top
Let me poke though
If I take a risk, I wanna bolo
Me and Baby Joker goin loko
I need good gas, keep the coco
Need 100 pounds of Mojo Jojo

One deep, Lunch Crew, Mike Amiri, Achoo!
Snatch ya chain, we gon shoot
Smoke you in a chicken coop
My side bitch a bugga boo
Get popped like a bubble do
Bitches be in love on the 'Gram
When in real life fuckable
Compare drip with Gunna-Gunna
I done spend about a dub or two
Drip check with DJ Mustard, stupid drip
Need a tub or two
I’m lit baby, I’ma Flint baby, dirty water
How we coming through
Got a Philly bitch, said she into health
She'll fuck for a Jamba Juice
Lunch Crew, Lunch Crew, Lunch
Crew Lunch Crew, i put the money up
Now niggas wanna come around
Old hoes wanna fuck me now
W W Want a piece of what
A nigga worth, on mommas
Gotta be smoking work
Ex hoes wanna rekindle
I text 'em back you gotta suck it first
It’s war time, we gon' stake it out
Leave a nigga in a vacant house
Feds wanna question, no interviews
We don't take a plea we
Goin straight to trial
The bag talk, that’s how
My drip talk, Chanel, my hoe not bear claw
Lying niggas talking brick talk
Remember big show I’m big sauce

Part I I: Robert Takbar

Mama put me out the house
She said I was a target
But she don’t know I got
This Glock in me closet
Big belly rude boy, moving silence
No talking feds did a sweep I flushed
It up down the toilet
Mama put me out the house
She said I was a target
But she don’t know I got
This Glock in me closet
Big belly rude boy, moving silence
No talking feds did a sweep
I flushed it up down the toilet

Look, I dipped off to Houston
They was looking for me
Bitch, I’m rapping now
Up my sound with Takbar and Meek
I’ma drop the Porsche and
Then, period panties, my seats
And these hoes love me
I’m built like Despicable Me
Bitch, I’m outta shape, trap sexy
Stuffed with a thousand plates
Cezar 52, she on a date with a heavyweight
Boom-shakala, Boom-shakala, well, wait
Michigan niggas punch anything
My nigga punched the K
Bitch leg skinny but ass fat
I call her pumpkin bae she went crazy
Went to the feds off a punching case
No clean money, we swipe gods
We had to punch the case
I ain't beefin' with OVO when I
Say my nigga punched a drake

Mama put me out the house
She said I was a target
But she don’t know I got
This Glock in me closet
Big belly, rude boy, moving silence
No talking feds did a sweep
I flushed it up down the toilet
Mama put me out the house
She said I was a target
But she don’t know I got
This Glock in me closet
Big belly, rude boy, moving silence
No talking feds did a sweep
I flushed it up down the toilet