GPS

Internet gangster, he tryna get clout
 Break down a brick like Wreck-It Ralph
 Backdoor the plug, shit, wrong house
 On GPS it say it's the right one
 Nigga got spanked, his man tried to hype him
 Keep this shit in the streets, why I gotta type him?
 Three hundred in the clip like a, uh
 Three hundred in the clip like a Chrysler
 He said he your man, he ended up folding
 Cut off the alarm, the garage door open
 "Xan fell off," the fuck is you smoking?
 Don't fuck with these niggas, that's how I be coping
 Ran it up, I got two beats from Dolan
 Free car, bitch, you know that bitch stolen
 Yodel-ay-he-hoo, the Glock get to yodeling
 I sold your man huff, he ain't even open it
 I kept that shit in the street
 You can get left when we meet
 I censor the Glock, bleep
 Bad lil' bitch, she petite
 (I'm 'bout to flood the Philippe)
 Wrap it up, fold it up, wrap it up, fold it up neat
 Mexican plug named Luis (I need a QP)
 I'm counting up Jacksons, he
 Hang out the window, whee
 I got some Wock' in my pee
 I get it lit, I get it wild
 I got a big Glock on me now
 Big four-five, nigga, we go ka-blaow
 I watch how you move, I'm peepin' your style
 I walk in the house, give me all the loot
 My OG shootin' shit like Uncle Drew
 What do you take? Bitch, a W
 Couldn't get your man, we gon' buck at you
 Hold on, this nigga Xan crazy
 It's like five of us and one of you
 I don't give a fuck, it's more targets to shoot
 I'm uppin' a glizzy, I'm robbing a few
 Most of these niggas be bitches
 Man, since lil' niggas, they ain't botherin' you
 I feel like a star, bitch, I'm 'bout to shoot
 Backdoor move, he think we in kahoots
 Internet gangster, he tryna get clout
 Break down a brick like Wreck-It Ralph
 Backdoor the plug, shit, wrong house
 On GPS it say it's the right one
 Nigga got spanked, his man tried to hype him
 Keep this shit in the streets, why I gotta type him?
 Three hundred in the clip like a, uh
 Three hundred in the clip like a Chrysler