Havoc
Slump6s, Rich Amiri
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Yeah Yeah, look, ayy Fashion, she love my fashion, don't need a caption Got ratchets, they automatic, they causin' havoc I'm stackin', I'm countin' cabbage, I had to cash in You lackin', we pistol packin', we just might splat him She ride on my dick, no, I ain't talkin' 'bout Rodeo, yeah Plug hit my phone, I send that pack right through the mail, ayy Tryna kill Amiri, I can't die, so you gon' fail Got pulled over in a stolo, so you know I had to bail He got caught up with that yola, free lil' Stevo out the cell Finna show the world the real me, get up out my shell Bitch, I'm rollin' off a fat flat, you couldn't even tell Hit that boy right with a blatt-blatt, send that boy to hell I'm in Cali, I just bought a Motorola for my yola Up in the telly, and this ho, she think she know us, she don't know us Check my balance, I could take a fuckin' Ford to Bora Bora I rock ALYX and that boy, he rock Supreme, I don't endorse it Know they taxin' for this new lil' Tom Ford, you can't afford it Automatic in the V, we push a button then we floor it I was smashin' on this slut, I told that ho, "You can't record it" I ain't cappin' on the plug, I made the trap jump like Jordan Fashion, she love my fashion, don't need a caption Got ratchets, they automatic, they causin' havoc I'm stackin', I'm countin' cabbage, I had to cash in You lackin', we pistol packin', we just might splat him She ride on my dick, no, I ain't talkin' 'bout Rodeo, yeah Plug hit my phone, I send that pack right through the mail, ayy Tryna kill Amiri, I can't die, so you gon' fail Got pulled over in a stolo, so you know I had to bail I'm in L.A, coolin' in a high-rise and I'm gettin' slow like a snail Ready to cook a nigga like it's Five Guys, if that nigga callin' me Namil Chopper bullet, it's a Five9, fight? Nah, I'ma bring 'em hell And every shirt that I got a medium, but I'm up on XXL I told 'em tell me somethin' that I don't know, gettin' money, nigga, you could tell I'm in the trap coolin' with a .44, I get caught, I'ma go to jail Tell me you hate me, that's a low blow, but you really think that I'd care Thinkin' you phase me, nigga, oh no, I can't name a nigga I fear These niggas tweakin' together like BKTHERULA I feel like Yeat, mix the X with the boot up Wifin' that ho, you and her really boo'd up I tried to listen to you and I threw up No BO3, but I slide with the Kuda I walk in the party, saw you, I'm like, "Who them?" I'm not fightin' no more, nigga, I'm finna shoot 'em Nigga talk on a stream, but I don't even view him Fashion, she love my fashion, don't need a caption Got ratchets, they automatic, they causin' havoc I'm stackin', I'm countin' cabbage, I had to cash it You lackin', we pistol packin', we just might splat him She ride on my dick, no, I ain't talkin' 'bout Rodeo, yeah Plug hit my phone, I send that pack right through the mail, ayy Tryna kill Amiri, I can't die, so you gon' fail Got pulled over in the Stolo, so you know I had to bail He got caught up with that yola, free lil' Stevo out the cell Finna show the world the real me, get up out my shell Bitch, I'm rollin' off a fat flat, you couldn't even tell Hit that boy right with a blatt-blatt, send that boy to hell
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Written by: Elijah Policard, Namil Bridges, Semaj Nelson
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