Lyrics

Yeah, nigga Nigga already know what the fuck, ayy Nigga better stop playin, yeah I'ma getcho ass, nigga (Stay with Vegas on the wave) Pull up out my mind, like my fucking top missing I think my choppa' gay, 'cause it just wanna top niggas I ain't worried 'bout no bitch, I been getting guap, nigga Chief Keef been told us, never love a thot, nigga Better know just what you doing When you come this way 'Cause these niggas 'round They itching for the kill, And they ain't come to play (bah) Who want that beef with Dot? Them niggas come through broad day That money long, bitch, I can reach your ass from all ways (hmm) Forty round, in the Drac' look like a hallway (like school) Chase a nigga down, that was in my dog days (hmm) My bitch damn near left me, 'cause I got some dog ways Y'all having a get-together We kill you on your dead dog day (stupid) Kill 'em all, that's KTA Kill 'em all, they all play I don't play basketball, but nigga, I ball Call this my ball day Your homies fucking crash outs They don't need lawyers, they need Allstate Them niggas that I want, get out I'ma make sure that they all lay Think you gon' play with me Bitch, you got me bent (stupid ass, nigga) Nigga know I get retarded Acting like I ain't got no sense (bitch ass, motherfuckin' ass) Nigga better fall in line, 'cause niggas die for talking shit Come through there slanging iron If he ain't mine, then he get hit (blatt) Broke-ass ho keep talking about me My red bottoms cost your rent You just wanna fuck somebody Disgusting ho, go suck a dick (bitch) 'Cause you know just what I'm on And ain't nobody gon' play with this And that money ain't got no love These niggas 'round to take a bitch Straight up do a nigga foul, I'm talking real flagrant I got these souls on me, bitch, you smell dead fragrances These niggas doing plagiarism They copy me, I hate that shit But they can't do it how I do I drop that bag and bank a bitch My mama know I'm deep off in it, I got ties to all these women I got ties to all this shit, but ties to murder, i wasn't in it But I might just get involved, if a bitch nigga, come here fishing Treat a nigga like mama word, take out the trash, and do the dishes Pull on side and start hitting They on the block, jump out, let's get it Bitch, I feel alright tonight What's on his head, might be a tennis Role call, like where my killers at? Check in, come check attendance Never been the rules, that nigga died, 'cause he tried bending (bitch) Stupid ass, look at you, now you twitching (yeah) Now somebody standing over you And they just steady blicking (bah) Now all you see is flashes from the gun You don't even feel it Bah-bah-bah-bah-bah Stupid, it ain't never ending (boy) Ha, nigga, I heard it's hats for sale Shit, I know, I buy a couples, it might do me well Check my location, I'm on the sixth, like, what I'm doing there? Like fuck it, pull inside the bricks, I don't care who in there .762'll knock a head off Put that Draco in his shit, Got to the car, and then we sped off Bit the head, that body dead, you never seen a dead talk Cut that nigga water, dead off, we call that, dead off Yeah
Writer(s): Jacourey Rivers, Mykhailo Metreveli, Danil Kukanov Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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