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(Thanks, Yakree) Ayy, ayy, uh These niggas be rappin' 'bout shit they know they ain't livin I swear I'm tired of that shit Paintin' this image, rappin' like he really drillin He know he ain't steppin' on shit I play it smooth, but I say I gotta turn up Might end up clappin' a bitch For jokin' and playin' like I'm never standin' on ten, like I ain't get active and shit Boy, you know you a bitch Better no come swingin' this way 'cause you'll come back from that hit Man, niggas sad, regret like I'm gettin' your ass 'cause you mentioned bro in a diss (sad) So I show a nigga somethin', yeah, nigga got no money, you the one that get shorty for hits (bitch) Dot slangin' the Drac', them OGs be bangin' the K, play with gang and a nigga get hit I just stuffed six grams in my Backwood (yeah) I just stuffed forty in my Drac' (damn) Ayy, niggas posted up on that block (What?) I'ma kill six niggas if they play (on bro) All the tweak niggas my brother gon' sweep up (yeah) Run a nigga down, hit him all in his face (boom, boom) Niggas ain't fast, thought I wasn't gon' keep up (gang) Run in that place (gang), we was pullin' them Ks (gang) We just smoked a new opp, hop out, Hell man, shots fired Man down, his brother cryin', Ku Ku Gang just took a live Bet these niggas cappin', that's what happen when they outside Nigga know we 'bout action, we tote ratchets and we slang iron Never been no ratchet, I'ma sit right in your bushes, then wait 'til you come out the door Nigga hit that switchy, everybody try to play dead, knock buck, we gon' hit at the floor (vfft, vfft) I want everybody head, I know who that is in the messages, funny they think I don't know That lil' boy a bitch, tell the whole world he cappin', he ain't never put shit on a scope Draco flip shit like gymnastics, your bitch nasty, gang in her throat (uh) And my clip with better jacket, it's FN plastic, snuck in the show (hat) Long live Lee, bitch, we 'bout action, long live Ku, he was slidin' for sho' (ku) Don't think shit sweet because I'm rappin', I still catch that homi' for bro (bitch) Nigga, I don't know nothin', don't come ask me shit (nah), I don't wanna talk about my opps (at all) I don't know the nigga name, word in the street nigga had ran down and his ass got popped (woah) Word in the street them niggas had swerved on Dot, he made them crash they car Word in the street that nigga was tweakin' on live, the next day know he got dropped I don't care how many hats you got, nigga crazy as hell if you think I'ma duck Get on your ass, you better not lack 'cause wherever you at, we shootin' it up 7.62 go through that brick, I'ma slide through that bitch, come fuckin' shit up You sendin' a diss, then we sendin' a hit, we won't text that lil' bitch, just send his ass up We just smoked a new opp, hop out, Hell man, shots fired Man down, his brother cryin', Ku Ku Gang just took a live Bet these niggas cappin', that's what happen when they outside Nigga know we 'bout action, we tote ratchets and we slang iron
Writer(s): Jacourey Rivers, Jack Richard Thierer, Worthy Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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