Lyrics

Gang! Know we mud bruddas, drug bruddas know what I'm sayin' came from the bottom Let's get it man Know what I'm sayin' they ain't gon' really like this shit Lil Reese Let's get it broski Let's make a million dollars off this tape real quick, you know Let's get it! Young nigga ruthless Nigga wanna tweak I pull up with my shooters Like a point guard, shooting guard Caught his ass he so goofy Why everybody wanna be shooters, these niggas be trickin' Why you niggas not listening these niggas shootin' from a distance Fuck nigga they gon' make me keep my distance (distance) That sneak dissin' gon' make me keep my distance (distance) That fake shit gon' make me keep my distance (distance) That fuck shit gon' make me keep my pistol Keep my pistol, speak on the dead and my niggas gon' get you 6 shots in the nickel, got my stripe like a ref without a whistle And I love my vultures do what they say them boys is just talkin' Reese money hawkin', ain't no nigga in the city that'll try to stop him Headshot made his whole brain scuplture 100 pounds let the whole hood older Knew some older niggas pension turned some young niggas cobras Chase his ass face his ass, no he ain't get no pass Erase his ass lace his ass, he know his ass is grass 100 thousand in the stash box he ever need me then he asked out Found the plug and I cashed out My baby momma made me lash out Free my young nigga Beeski Smoke a backwood with Reesey With the muthafuckin' groupies Know my life is movie Young nigga ruthless Nigga wanna tweak I pull up with my shooters Like a point guard, shooting guard Caught his ass he so goofy Why everybody wanna be shooters, these niggas be trickin' Why you niggas not listening these niggas shootin' from a distance Fuck nigga they gon' make me keep my distance (distance) That sneak dissin' gon' make me keep my distance (distance) That fake shit gon' make me keep my distance (distance) That fuck shit gon' make me keep my pistol These niggas ain't shooters, a lot of these niggas they snitchin' they goofies These niggas ain't stupid, talkin' like he about it but I know he ain't ruthless And you don't want to get into it, 'cause niggas around me they'll toy with you too And you don't wanna really do it, talkin' like you got it you can do it too And let's get straight to it, flame with the backwood wood after wood I know me and Durk good, now you go get out the hood not to be in the hood And we can go back to it, but a lot of niggas can't go back to it I'm just sayin' I'm good, I'm just sayin' we good So much shit I can say but it can be locked today After doin' bad I pray, I gotta thank The Lord everyday 'Cause you know where I come from it ain't safe Pull up, hit 'em with the K Pull off, DOA Young nigga ruthless Nigga wanna tweak I pull up with my shooters Like a point guard, shooting guard Caught his ass he so goofy Why everybody wanna be shooters, these niggas be trickin' Why you niggas not listening these niggas shootin' from a distance Fuck nigga they gon' make me keep my distance (distance) That sneak dissin' gon' make me keep my distance (distance) That fake shit gon' make me keep my distance (distance) That fuck shit gon' make me keep my pistol
Writer(s): Tyree Lamar Pittman, Darrel L Jackson, Tavares Lemont Taylor, Durk D Banks Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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