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Want smoke? Well, bitch, we want some more Every time they see me, mm-mm-mm Mm-mm-mm-mm, let them rockers go (Slap) These niggas fuckin' up they name, I'm not okay with that He gon' be mad when I put dick all in lil' baby back Top shelf, you niggas smokin' Cookie in lil' baby sacks Had to take the Smith apart and clean it, tryna shake it back You tryna give me five, you know what's up and I ain't shakin' that I done did some shit I don't regret and I ain't takin' back Niggas actin' like they want me dead, I gotta stay with strap Bitches get it too when I found out where niggas layin' at Pussy niggas dissin' in them posts, I'm tryna up the score Heard them niggas said they blowin' smoke, well, bitch, we want some more Met a Crip that liked the way I rocked, he tried to put me in With due respect, I bang 1100 for my niggas gone Pussy ho, make you stuff this Glock up in your pussy hole What's poppin', woad? Niggas touch my blood, we lettin' choppas go I'm a G.O.A.T., fuck who actin' scared 'cause, nigga, I'm a G.O.A.T. My mama know, I copped another chop, this bitch Geronimo It's time to go, dish them shooters home, we down to slide for sure Drivin' through my 'jects with cameras out, them niggas slide for show Pussy nigga said they pumpin' steam, well, bitch, we want some more I ain't tryna paint a nigga shirt, I'm tryna touch his throat Bitch nigga, watch the way you talk if you ain't really cut Big dog, I'm a big down, you niggas really pups If we spare your life to get your brother, you might give him up Fuck that, you could drop me off, ain't gotta pick me up And leave me walkin' through that bitch like I was born and raised You stick your nose up in this shit and catch an early grave Hell nah, we don't wait for night, you could get popped today Fuck that, find me seven bags and send 'em out today Them niggas hurt I got a check, they say they robbin' me Armed and dangerous like I own a private property Woofin' 'til it's time to go to war, you niggas casualties Raised in the bricks, fuck your gang, free the faculty Bitch nigga, you ain't never lived what you rappin' 'bout I lost my dog and set us up and took the savage route Niggas dyin' young around this bitch, I got my ratchet out Couple niggas playin' both sides, tryna hatch it out But I can't change up on my niggas, it's forever that I give a fuck who say they real, these niggas fuck with rats I got some people out the way to catch these Cookie packs That's 50-thousand in all dubs, what you lookin' at? Cutthroat, we the niggas sleeze at your front door Uh-oh, I heard that nigga workin' with the po-po Spin time, I be with that cinco like I'm ocho Oh, no, I can't leave my strap, that's a no-no Hold on, nigga talkin' hands, he gettin' stole on First down, I'm throwin' bullets, pussy nigga, go long Niggas never talk about the shit that they done prolonged Back when we was yellin', "Gold hearts," you used to go home, bitch Pussy ho, make you stuff this Glock up in your pussy hole What's poppin', woad? Niggas touch my blood, we lettin' choppas go I'm a G.O.A.T., fuck who actin' scared 'cause, nigga, I'm a G.O.A.T. My mama know I copped another chop, this bitch Geronimo
Writer(s): Faraji Wright, Eizayah Hopkins Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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