作词 : Yung Raise

Don't get close

G23 we **** up your bitch and shoot up your hoe

Tie you up in the back seat boy you'll never get home

Y’all better lay low bitch don't pick up the phone

Keeping my Glock around me mother****ing shoot and reload

Don’t get close

Boyschoirboys we drippy you know

Everything Rick and Balenci’ I’m dripping from head to the toe

Y'all better lay low bitch don't pick up the phone

Keeping my Glock around me mother****ing shoot and reload

They always talking behind said I’m the mystery

I am your god, I am your father and now I’m just making the history

I pop a bag y’all looking sad but I got no friends in the industry

Throw up the sign b, mother****ers you know now who got the victory

Y’all never visit me low key y’all peeping me

Back in the day I’m sniffing it, hitting it

Now I’m just tripping and tripping and tripping and getting your bitch a 925 Tiffany

Wait, hold up

Prada pants form Italy

Now they put me on the board

But I really hate the boundaries

Boy you ain’t from the hood

Step in if you could

Step in if you cool

Step in if we good

(Boyschoirboys the shit mother****ers ain't bout that)

(Chigga what you saying, yeah yeah yeah for real for real)

Icy, I needa sip with the ice

聽講你don’t even like me, pussy ass bitch wanna fight

Yeah I’ma slide in, hop on the mic I go psyche

Shit with the spike, you know we don’t look alike and my b gon’ hit the pipe

Back in the days I’m paranoid

Shoot with the Spectra polaroid

We in the street with all the boys

How you gon’ keep it mother****ers tripping

Ain't got no time for making noise

Cashing out we in the mall

Ig睇緊@skatetomorrow

B-loody they can’t go wrong

Straight pulling up to LA

I'm in the town low key I'm grinding

He got the tat on the face

Can tell he trying but only we shine

They only copy and paste

Chigga they clown chigga they fake

They **** around they wanna chase

I step on the stage and shout out my mama

Rocking that H2O yes I’m sipping that FIJI FIJI

I’ma just take 2 hoes and they going litty litty

And they way too low so I make them disappear

Told you better lay low now them chiggas dropping tears

Don't get close

Tie you up in the back seat boy you'll never get home

Y’all better lay low bitch don't pick up the phone

Keeping my Glock around me mother****ing shoot and reload

Don’t get close

Boyschoirboys we drippy you know

Everything Rick and Balenci’ I’m dripping from head to the toe

Y'all better lay low bitch don't pick up the phone

Keeping my Glock around me mother****ing shoot and reload