Lyrics

RBE X SOB Mane that's the gang mane Fuck you suckas for you other niggas I ain't fuckin wit' A big Glock make this bitch sing nigga, high notes Tweetin' like he on me, I don't trip off the typos Hoes jump around with the clique, I don't like toes Fuck takin' breaks, I ain't stopping till the mic gone Real P with the strap Sending shells, nigga mac round Talkin' like she ready, then I gotta blow her back out Royal rumble, big 40 bullets pack ya out What I smoke make a nigga hold his ears, cause it's that loud Niggas on my dick Ride around with the semi cocked Trynna live this life, but I can't like I'm in a box Bad lil bitch, yeah I spit in twat She my bottom bitch I just love when she give me top Strap got the flash, you get found like Dory Gotta chase a bag, 'cause that broke shit bore me Choosing fee the high broke bitch can't afford me Lil nigga, big chop, what the fuck think I'm Norbit I ain't getting in a whip, if it's not tinted Feds tryna build a case, I am not wit' it If the cat gotta fee I will not rent it And stop talkin' out yo mouth I will not listen Real P with the strap Sendin' shells, nigga mac round Talkin' like she ready, then I gotta blow her back out If I go down plead the fifth Then I won't make a sound If I hit it once, you gon' wanna go rounds Nah baby can't take no chances No love, ain't no romancin' My Glock hold 30 no jammin' One up top, head shots, no dandruff Fuck the cops trynna shoot a nigga dead Fuck Trump want a nigga in the Feds If I kill a cop I'm a do life Told my lawyer beat the case All he wanted was the bread I'm a young wild nigga, and we young, and we reckless I talk from the heart, somewhere hidden is a message I don't fuck with ops, buy Glocks for investments To pass to the homies Run up they'll stretch ya Don't know what I'm thinking cause my mind way different When niggas say my name then the crime rate different I've been bust down, ice in the watch face different Red bottom walkin' Red Hi-Tech sippin' Still posted in the hood nigga Still sending shots broad day, like it's good nigga Got a down bitch and I'm good Still goin' through the pain Facin' cooks in the wood nigga Last year it was all a vision nigga Speaking on G, whole gang get to tripping nigga Speaking on Sheik, whole gang get to tripping nigga Speaking on me, family members get to missing nigga Lighting shit, like Christmas nigga Sliding with a chop, same size as a midget nigga Old hoes sour like lemon nigga Main bitch straight What she want she can get it nigga What she want she can get it nigga And my momma straight What she want she can get it nigga If you want you can get it nigga Slidin' down blocks, sayin' that we gone visit nigga See a op I'm a knock a nigga down Mix carbohydrates wit' the ounce If I go down plead the fifth Then I won't make a sound If I hit it once, she gone wanna go rounds Nah baby can't take no chances No love and no romance My Glock hold 30 no jammin' One up top, head shots, no dandruff Real P with the strap Sending shells, nigga mac round Talkin' like she ready, then I gotta blow her back out
Writer(s): Juwon Lee, Cory Joseph Isaiah Cannon Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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