Mockingbird Remix

(It's Kosfinger, baby) Anything grrt 3 x 3, AFG Free all the guys incarcerated Free my nigga, Tiny (Untxtled, you did it again) I'm like, "Hush, little baby, don't you cry" They're not gonna come N9 (they're not gonna come N9) Pull up-pull up on the opps, they're shaky The ends are snaky, I'm Afghan baby The ones who really run the nine (the ones who really run the nine) Suttin' just got packed off again and I don't know why I'm gettin' bagged for a homicide (for a homicide) Gettin' chased from Kesh was daily, that nigga hates me He came to Old Bailey, but couldn't link me to the crimes He used to scream out, "E1's wet 'cause he hasn't used his knife" And now, Jango has no reply He-he-he-he ran away and left his bagel How ungrateful, it ended fatal Detectives, I don't know this guy He wasn't there when it was me, myself and I During C-wing times, doin' lotion, no, she's not my wife I-I just-I just bust case, hallelujah I see right through ya, I'm gonna do ya I cut off all the strings of lies, I cut off all the strings of lies I'm like, "Hush, little baby, don't you cry" They're not gonna come N9 (they're not gonna come N9) Pull up-pull up on the opps, they're shaky The ends are snaky, I'm Afghan baby The ones who really run the nine Suttin' just got packed off again and I don't know why I'm gettin' bagged for a homicide (for a homicide) Gettin' chased from Kesh was daily, that nigga hates me He came to Old Bailey, but couldn't link me to the crimes I took a look to my right, that's a opp on sight And now, I need a alibi I told my mum, "Listen please, don't cry, everything will be alright" Free up-free up all the fuckin' guys (free the mandem) They wasn't there when the beef got fried They just comment on the side (comment on the side) Old niggas lost their appetite She-she-she's a-she's a wavy N9 baby, shit's so crazy, it's off safety Me and them are not alike, me and them are not alike "Hush, little baby, don't you cry" They're not gonna come N9 (they're not gonna come N9) Pull up on the opps, they're shaky The ends are snaky, I'm Afghan baby The ones who really run the nine Sut-sut-suttin' just got packed off again and I don't know why I'm gettin' bagged for a homicide (for a homicide) Gettin' chased from Kesh was daily, that nigga hates me He came to Old Bailey, but couldn't link me to the crimes (couldn't link me to the crimes) (Untxtled)