Letras

Big ole heat ar-15 on me I'm a young intelligent nigga, I was raised by real OGs If I snap I put my dogs on your head boy say cheese nigga I been poppin poppin like forever that's on me Man me and the mob gone ride together disrespect we gone slide together Wet up your whip you can drown wherever, I'm a stack me up a mountain of cheddar You call me it's a pound or betterI if not I'm cool Fonzarelli Tats all on me Mackavelli Straps all on me get caskets ready Nigga This that juice talk Pull up missing roof talk Keep a stick for goofballs don't spit bitch these my new draws My squad up like Tunchi She texted me like hey cutie I thought she wanted a pacc ain't bout no money then I'm Gucci bitch I'm kicked cacc ceeing cool This facts we the truth My clip pack Pikachoo its thunder i peak at you My name in a lot of niggas mouth as of late But I'm dripping hella sauce bitch how does it taste? Do y'all niggaz buss y'all guns or nah Stackin money we can fund a vault Fuck 12 we above the law A lot of guns involved Bad bitches we got drugs and all On the gang and I love my dogs Yall buss y'all guns or nah Stackin money we can fund a vault Fuck 12 we above the law A lot of guns involved Bad bitches we got drugs and all On the gang and I love my dogs These niggas delusional, they live in a fantasy So if you ain't real then boy you can't stand with me Grew up around nothing but real ones and dealers No bullshit it's nothing to go get me some skrilla Don't be like these niggaz they be to the grizzle Ain't gotta act heavy to be a gorilla Laughing at niggas while twistin a swisha Might take yo bitch and long dick her Make her get to the head like some clippers Get her out of some bread and dismiss her I'm smooth as chinchilla, damu but i'm know to be bool with crip niggas Mob, I move with the realest we get to the loot and don't fool with bitch niggas Pull up a seat let me school these lil niggas Always keep a tooly lil nigga Never show and don't shoot it lil nigga Cause that's useless and you could be through with lil nigga All I speak is the truth to these niggas Got nothin' to prove to these niggas No chip on my should, 4 zips in my soda, bicked back blowin' fruit with some bitches On my lap be that tool it's that smitty, it take 32 but that uzi take 60 Lines tied all I do is get busy Swinging iron bitch I feel like Ken Griffey Name somebody you think fuckin' with me Go and get some bread to put against me Boy I handle bars just like a ten-speed, so bring em' and get the beating of a century Do y'all niggaz buss y'all guns or nah Stackin money we can fund a vault Fuck 12 we above the law A lot of guns involved Bad bitches we got drugs and all On the gang and I love my dogs Yall buss y'all guns or nah Stackin money we can fund a vault Fuck 12 we above the law A lot of guns involved Bad bitches we got drugs and all On the gang and I love my dogs
Writer(s): Antoine White Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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