Lyrics

(You know what I'm on) (You know what I'm on, you know what I'm on) (You know what I'm on) Speak on gangsta shit you gotta tag me in Okay, she wanna fuck a gangsta gotta bring a friend Okay, okay, okay, okay Niggas always talkin bout that they gon merk sum I went and checked your background you never dirt nothing If you dont look me in your eyes your words ain't worth nothing I can see it in your eyes you never work nothing Face shot, black block, I'mma make his body jump Ask around uptown we put niggas on a shirt Might spin through that north and hit a freak right on 31st I be lowkey chilling but these niggas know I fuckin work Okay, first they send a diss and then a dirt killa 5-56's dress em up before the hearse come This ain't for fun I call him killa cause he earned one He say that switch'll make it spit just like a nerf gun He said it's up don't give a fuck I tell 'em bet sum Fuck a chain bitch it better have on teflon My lil dog he be stepping that's my stepson I need to check the lost and found I done left something For real Speak on gangsta shit you gotta tag me in Okay, she wanna fuck a gangsta gotta bring a friend Okay, okay, okay, okay Niggas always talking about that they gon merk sum I went and checked your background you never dirt nothing If you don't look me in your eyes your words ain't worth nothing I can see it in your eyes you never work nothing Clutching on my steel, pop a pill, need to feel Baby got some back could fuck around and be my real Bitch tell ya old man get off the net get in the field She just wanna fuck a real nigga with a kill Niggas like to talk but they ain't never did a drill Say you really thugging come and show me how you live Bitch I'm from that boot could give a fuck bout how you feel I don't do the rap beef so if you diss go make a will I get the drop I finish you I get it done won't leave a clue He say he gon bang who? Die is what you finna do Talking real spicy make me knock your fucking noodle loose I'mma see you soon just keep my name up out your interviews Speak on gangsta shit you gotta tag me in Okay, she wanna fuck a gangsta gotta bring a friend Okay, okay, okay, okay Niggas always talking about that they gon merk something I went and checked your background you never dirt nothing If you don't look me in your eyes your words ain't worth nothing I could see it in your eyes you never work nothing, okay
Writer(s): Frederick Givens, Simone Di Franco, Marley Cadigan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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