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(Damn, Glacier, this one finna kill these niggas) Nigga, keep tweetin', see, you can die on that Wi-Fi You gon' die from that internet, catch 'em, it's 'bout time Knock 'em off, they gon' be bloggin' 'em right now (brrt, pah) Big worm bitch, I send a drive-by (skrrt) Come out the house, know we posted at nighttime (I'ma be waitin' on ya, ah) Leavin' his body inside of that white line 7.62, we gon' wake up the block, huh? Nah, nigga, wake up (go) I just sent a lil' something your way to come shake something Got the drop from his lil' bitch (yeah) She be fuckin' on me, I put nut on her makeup (ew) That stick is gon' break something Bullets blow up your body, they known to inflate something Know I'm standin' on business, these niggas won't take nothin' I be shootin' for the kill, from the hip, I'ma face something I'ma send me somebody to knock at your door Like some pizza or something I don't interact with bitch-ass niggas Runnin' 'round, actin' like my nieces or something I take that back, matter of fact, nigga, my niece is more realer I'd rather a fuck nigga stay a hundred feet from a nigga No, I ain't stuntin' these niggas, I got a daughter more gangsta So I'ma separate and stand across the street from a nigga I got up off they ass, I'm on you now (yeah) And I ain't fuckin' 'round with nothin' under .40 cal' (go) I'm tryna put a hole in any nigga, burn 'em down I ain't jokin' 'round with no nigga, baow, funny now Standin' in the Nawf, plenty pistols, we ain't runnin' out Known to get 'em killed, plenty killas know who run the town Talk on the net, when I'm here, they don't come around I'ma catch him, his time steady runnin' out Grab your keyboard Nigga, keep tweetin', see, you can die on that Wi-Fi You gon' die from that internet, catch 'em, it's 'bout time Knock 'em off, they gon' be bloggin' 'em right now (brrt, pah) Big worm bitch, I send a drive-by (skrrt) Come out the house, know we posted at nighttime (I'ma be waitin' on ya, ah) Leavin' his body inside of that white line 7.62, we gon' wake up the block, huh? Up my blicky on him and I blow it up too From a distance, the police, we shoot at 'em, too Ask lil' Ten how we do Out on scene and we blockin' and lurkin' I'm fiendin' to get at that dude Hit that boy with the stick, same day, shoot a video Record it and then I upload to YouTube Try me, I bet I fuck over the fool Fifty-one, walk 'em down while I'm loadin' the tool Shh, don't tell nobody Drop the bag, got a brand-new body (yeah) Drop the bag, got a brand-new Phantom Yeah, a nigga gotta take his shoes off inside it (no shoes) 2022 white mink rugs Oh well, what the fuck I'm supposed to do? I gotta drive it (yeah) I cut the bougie shit and saved the loot and fly commercial If I ever wanna do it, fly in private, yeah Nigga, keep tweetin', see, you can die on that Wi-Fi You gon' die from that internet, catch 'em, it's 'bout time Knock 'em off, they gon' be bloggin' em right now (brrt, pah) Big worm bitch, I send a drive-by (skrrt) Come out the house, know we posted at nighttime (I'ma be waitin' on ya, ah) Leavin' his body inside of that white line 7.62, we gon' wake up the block, huh?
Writer(s): Kentrell Deshawn Gaulden, Jonathan Lyndale Kirk, Dwayne Oats Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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