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Double A flex Probably in yo city, yeah Private number call my phone said that, "I'ma kill ya" I told that nigga, "I ain't hiding I'm probably in yo city" I keep it with me pull on me and shit gone get wicked All this shit these niggas doing I swear that I don't feel them Eleven thousand around my neck and that's just up in chains, (chains) Ten bands up in pocket fresh up out the bank, (out the bank) You ain't my roun pussy nigga you don't feel my pain, (feel my pain) This shit I spit on tracks straight facts, it ain't a fucking game, (it ain't a fucking game) It ain't a song that I write I don't think about Dave I walk on stage, thousand people screaming my name He probably think I owed him something, I don't owe him a thing (ha) Bitch you gon' make me show you something, you go against the grain Send my niggas to bust you up, since you think that I'm playing One night we hit two back to back Like nigga what you saying? (Nigga what you saying?) I cut the barrel, make it short, got that from cross the track, (cross the track) Catch you slipping down bad, and we gone bust your ass (nigga bust your ass) My OG say, "'Cause you'll shoot that don't make you a man" It's how you play your hand or react when you in that jam, (jam) This for my niggas dead and gone and the one's in the can, (can) I'ma forever hold it down forever take a stand You say you looking for me nigga? I ain't hiding 'bout it Drop yo nuts and play with me get touched I could bet five on it, on my mama all us 'bout that drama (bitch we slangin' iron 'bout it) Reppin' like you step we really spare (these niggas lying bout it) 50 round choppa for whoever want it You know how we coming Run up on you put this bitch up on ya, put this bitch up on ya Shit get gutta, gotta stay up on it, never know who out to get ya Better watch yo homie Wake up every morning tryna get a dollar (dollar) When you down and ain't got nothing, they ain't got no holla, (no holla) Gotta get this shit for my lil boys, gotta get it for my mama (my mama) But you bet not short me out my money I want every dollar, (I want every dollar) or else I'ma bust yo fucking head 'cause I don't play that, ('cause I don't play that) We gon' load up with them cuttas, we gon' swerve where you stay at Can't keep hitting the block like this Youngboy, too many people on that I don't give a motherfuck, stopping 'til I get my shit back believe that Nigga said, "Spin again when the sun down" (Again) All night we gon' wait 'til he come out (he come out) See his ass hop out on him with the Glock out (what up?) What it is? It's a man down Where I'm from I was taught never stand down (stand down) Once my youngin spin believe I'm coming back around (coming back) Suppressor on the front take away the sound (Suppressor on the front take away the sound) You say you looking for me nigga? I ain't hiding 'bout it Drop yo nuts and play with me get touched I could bet five on it On my mama all us bout that drama (bitch we slangin' iron 'bout it) Reppin' like you step we really spare (these niggas lying 'bout it) 50 round choppa for whoever want it You know how we coming Run up on you put this bitch up on ya, put this bitch up on ya Shit get gutta gotta stay up on it Never know who out to get ya better watch yo homie, yeah
Writer(s): Kentrell Desean Gaulden, Aaron David Lockhart Jr. Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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