Lirik

Elvis Ransom, you fucked this beat Grrah Grrah, boom, uh Like, hol' up I'm 2wooK, I shoot broad day Man, them niggas pussy they know what's up Big Glock on the scene, I ain't lettin' up And them niggas know that, but they won't show that Bitch, I'm a problem, I'm really tough And it come to that drill shit, I really kill shit 600K, man, they know what's up, grrah And I'm smokin' on Lotti, he got me deady I'm like, "TP, where is the bready?" Cdai a Rat, I'm smokin' on Fetti Bend through the 2, while I'm totin' on Kelly If I call up Roscoe, he let shots go Might flock at the Flocka Dougie B, you a fuckin' imposter You was on dick tryna be on the roster I'm tryna get 'em, lift 'em I'm on the block wit' the Smith & All of these opp niggas dissin' But them niggas never ain't spin shit, like, uh And them niggas got backdoored They tried to spin on my brother, he clapped 4 And you know we Die 4z I'ma Die Y fly guy, spin wit' my mask on They know that shit Roscoe wit' me, that opp get hit Free Banga, been buggin' since shhh got hit That 2MF, St. Nick shit to my dick I catch a DreamTeam, take his medal off Show them MB niggas, how to really ball I'ma shoot on sight when I get the call Shootin' out the V, watch them niggas fall (6oh-K) 'Lilah, Dummy, Lotti That's three opps that died, they ain't never get back I'm on that shit wit' them niggas If they try to spin on my side, then they gettin' clapped Like, don't try to run up, I got my gun up Benzo he wit' me, he stay movin' tact Them niggas buggin', word to my mother That's on the gang, TyTy a rat Like, hol' up I'm 2wooK, I shoot broad day Man, them niggas pussy they know what's up Big Glock on the scene, I ain't lettin' up And them niggas know that, but they won't show that Bitch, I'm a problem, I'm really tough And it come to that drill shit, I really kill shit 600K, man, they know what's up, grrah And I'm smokin' on Lotti, he got me deady I'm like, "TP, where is the bready?" Cdai a Rat, I'm smokin' on Fetti Bend through the 2, while I'm totin' on Kelly If I call up Roscoe, he let shots go Might flock at the Flocka Dougie B, you a fuckin' imposter You was on dick tryna be on the roster (Gang-gang-gang)
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