Lyrics

That nigga ain't gon' stop 'til none of us breathing, you heard me? It's gon' be you or me (Ain't that DJ Chose over there?) yeah, what it is (Ooh, that's a Hardbody beat) Slatt, bitch Speakin' on my name, better keep that iron with you They say they down to ride, but ask 'em if they dyin' with you My partner died, your partner died, you just don't post your nigga I call a player, youngin' gon' blitz, I'm tryna coach that nigga Toast a nigga soul with this Draco,you know it's fuckin' real Catch a nigga lacking, hit his stomach, I think I snapped a rib Walking line on papers, people watching, but I'm thuggin' still Your partner died, the price up on his head, you know I paid the bill Simping like he got it on the low, fuck the price tag Five just hit my phone like, "You a pit, you better bite back" Osama say, "Fuck all them bitch ass niggas They can't never get they dog back" Go and get a rental, I just zipped 'em through my Cash App Killers in your bushes tryna see what all that beef 'bout Catch 'em in the driveway, ain't get the chance to leave out Swervin' in a rental, tryna make today his last, dawg Hit 'em with that pole, play it how it go, take that nigga soul Killers in your bushes tryna see what all that beef 'bout Catch 'em in the driveway, ain't get the chance to leave out Swerving in a rental, tryna make today his last, dawg Hit 'em with that pole, play it how it go, take that nigga soul Million dollars off a tape but still a pop nigga Ain't shit change, I'm still the same, I'm hollerin', "Free Lil Bop", nigga Stood up like a man up in the can and make they can vouch, nigga Shared a cell with plenty opps and all them used to fuck with me Bitch, you know I'm really G, R.I.P. my nigga Gee Niggas hatin' bad, they doin' sad, they want my energy Pussy run up stupid, do 'em bad, empty the magazine Draco hit that ass, he get to singin' like he Pleasure P I'm just tryna be at peace, tryna sell my life on beats I promise I ain't lyin', dawg, I'm tryna put that iron down My bank account sittin' swole, might spend it all just on bodies Piss me off, and I see red, put that bag up on your motherfuckin' head Killers in your bushes tryna see what all that beef 'bout Catch 'em in the driveway, ain't get the chance to leave out Swervin' in a rental, tryna make today his last, dawg Hit 'em with that pole, play it how it go, take that nigga soul Killers in your bushes tryna see what all that beef 'bout Catch 'em in the driveway, ain't get the chance to leave out Swervin' in a rental, tryna make today his last, dawg Hit 'em with that pole, play it how it go, take that nigga soul My bank account sittin' swole, might spend it all just on bodies Piss me off, and I see red, put that bag up on your motherfuckin' head (Ain't that DJ Chose over there?) (Ooh, that's a Hardbody beat)
Writer(s): Norman Payne, Fredrick Ii Givens, Jackie Plant Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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