[INTRO] Tootin’ .45 AR-15 Fifty cal Five-oh Double-oh-five shit Double-oh-goon shit O-P-I-U-M I might be a girl But still… I’m him Double-oh-goon Double-oh-five [HOOK] I don’t talk, I just slide, that’s that set talk (slide) He got popped, now he gone, that’s a dead opp (boom) Homies in the back wit’ the red dot (grrah) Day ones standin’ on business, fuck cops (fuck ’em) She a freak, gave homie top in a Hellcat (skrrt) You a nerd, talk tough on the Snapchat (lame) I get paid just to post, where yo bag at? (cash) You a foo tryna play, better back-back (foo) [POST-HOOK] Tootin’ .45 AR-15 Fifty cal Five-oh Double-oh-goon Double-oh-five Tootin’ .45 AR-15 Fifty cal Five-oh [VERSE 1] Bitch, I’m a boss, I don’t move with no helpers (nah) Blick on my hip like a seatbelt fastener (click) Walk in the spot and it feel like a movie I ain’t pop no pill but I’m actin’ unruly (lit) She say she love me, I told her, “You late” I thug in the Lambo while he flex the C8 Foo mad at me ’cause his bitch came and skate I just laughed and I slid, let him drown in the hate (drown) Forty-five tucked, but the fit still clean Double-oh-five when I step on scene Black truck outside, whole whip matte green I might be a girl, but I’m still him, mean [BRIDGE] Walkin’ with a limp, that’s the sticky talk In the field, not online, fuck a TikTok Foo think he hard? He just big-big talk He got pressed at the mall, now he quittin’ da talk (weird) Forty-five Five-oh AR Let’s go Fifty cal Five-oh Double-oh GOON [HOOK] I don’t talk, I just slide, that’s that set talk (slide) He got popped, now he gone, that’s a dead opp (boom) Homies in the back wit’ the red dot (grrah) Still got the whole club yellin’ “fuck cops!” (facts) She a freak, gave top in a Hellcat (skrrt) He a nerd, talk tough on the Snapchat (lame) I get paid just to post, where the bag at? (cash) You a foo tryna play, better back-back (foo) [VERSE 2] Came from the block, I don’t care ’bout no chart Catch me in the pit with a flame in my heart Hoes wanna love me, but I tear ’em apart And I still got connects like I’m movin’ the art Everyday West Coast, black tee, crease Chrome on the waist and the kicks ain’t cheap If foo move weird, he get dropped in the street Now the whole crew up and the opps on delete (brrr) Double-oh-five on the side of the whip Forty-five talk when I walk with a limp Whole lotta goon when I step in this bitch I might be a girl but I’m HIM in this bitch [BREAKDOWN] Tootin’ .45 AR-15 Fifty cal Five-oh Double-oh-five shit Double-oh-goon shit O-P-I-U-M I might be a girl But still… I’m him [OUTRO] Forty-five Five-oh Double-oh Goon Double-oh-goon Double-oh-five Double-oh-goon Double-oh-five
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