Lyrics

(AXL) I'm the reason why these niggas mad We the reason why these niggas mad Gang the reason why these niggas mad Money coming fast, gotta chase a bag I'm the reason why these niggas mad We the reason why these niggas mad Gang the reason why these niggas mad Money coming fast, gotta chase a bag Better recognize who you dealing with Run up, gun up, gon' be a death Leave a blicky looking all sticky, drippy Paramedics looking for his chest Catch him time 'cause you know them blickys quickie Stupid niggas running with the best Think they hiding all behind they stiff McQueen You stupid, that's a scarf, it's not a vest Give him two-three shots Walk up on him point-blank Hollow, chrome throw TuTu gon' free shots I ain't even have to aim, Randy Moss throw Watch me switch with the flow Herbin niggas talking, talking, looking, causing show Watch your bitch take the bros Heard they plotting on your stupid ass for the dope We don't spin in no Suburbans Walk up gunning just to hurt 'em Grab the nina for the purging Catch him sliding, it's a murder I ain't playing with you Gerbers Fross gon' roll up like he Herbert Any season, know it's scorching Moving on 'em, steady scoring, look We just be lurking and seeing 'em Free G Gil, nigga, shout out my nigga Trouble He be on checkin' 'em and preeing 'em Shots at the top will fuck up, have you seeing double We get to lugging, they G'ing 'em Trap out the spot and bring guns Gotta bleach the hundos, I catch 'em swerving in vehicles Bet you they not shooting back, watch his teammates crumble I'm the reason why these niggas mad We the reason why these niggas mad Gang the reason why these niggas mad Money coming fast, gotta chase a bag I'm the reason why these niggas mad We the reason why these niggas mad Gang the reason why these niggas mad Money coming fast, gotta chase a bag Niggas watch, niggas lurk I'ma put his guys on a shirt Then bend his block wit' a I'ma send him shots wit' a Look, nigga money piling, they be hurting Have my Locs slide down and burn him Big bullets glide down and curl him When a grey flag putting work in Catch you with the Ls and we tote Let them demons out in a joke Catch him walking 'round with no pole Have my hollows bop in his coat Then my Franklin side leave him floating And my KA guys pull the curtain All my niggas grinding for certain Tre shots flying in his skirt Moving Gang niggas do this Moving Gang niggas shooters Take your stash, have you looting Niggas chat, leave 'em snoozing With a couple shots, we gon' let him have it My Third spin blocks Watch 'em send free shots from the automatic Send three shots, make the Sergeant panic Man the works lil' got a bass so loud in this bitch Toting no two-three rounds in the clip Don't get shot down tryna slide on me bitch Had to lay his ass down niggas blinding and shit Call up Frost, airing out crowds with the shit Ceasar hot, tearing down blocks with the tips I done got way too hot with this shit I should put the gat down, but I ain't tryna slip Let 'em know We don't spin in no Suburbans Walk up gunning just to hurt 'em Grab the nina for the purging Catch him sliding, it's a murder I ain't playing with you Gerbers Frost gon' roll up like he Herbert Any season, know it's scorching Moving on 'em, steady scoring I'm the reason why these niggas mad We the reason why these niggas mad Gang the reason why these niggas mad Money coming fast, gotta chase a bag I'm the reason why these niggas mad We the reason why these niggas mad Gang the reason why these niggas mad Money coming fast, gotta chase a bag Grrt, niggas know how we movin', man Free Front, free G Gil, free Kevin Free Ace, free Rodeo, free Benji (brrt) R.I.P. Speedy Loco
Writer(s): Johnathan Scott, Jeremy Soto, Karel Jorge, Michael Kyle Williams Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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