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M1 on the beat M1 on the beat Your sweet one wanna come to the bando Can't have her in and out of the spot I'm in trap mode, can't chill on no blocks If this car gets spun then it's back to the work Foot down, can't tell me "stop" And when Rellz is home, straight back to the gwap And when we get back, best take it off And I can't rate her if she hate my songs Your sweet one wanna come to the bando Can't have her in and out of the spot I'm in trap mode, can't chill on no blocks If this car gets spun then it's back to the work Foot down, can't tell me "stop" And when Rellz is home, straight back to the gwap And when we get back, best take it off And I can't rate her if she hate my songs Ooh, kill 'em You know I can't lack with a Mrs Don't have my shank, man fist him Kick him, even on the wing man's gripping He got chinged and turned to a victim Makes it worse when a nigga starts snitching Straight to the cake like Mr Pretty girl with drip and I know that she with it I already hit it Give us the drop, I bet that we drill it And when I bucked Toyan Put it on my life, he weren't really with it They're just social media guys They're not really bad, it's all for the image Dot-dot same size as my leg When I chop that down it come small like midgets Tell the feds I'm a known drug dealer And the opps get smoked like shisha Not once have the rised that beater Syro already got beat up Tell the feds I'm a known drug dealer And the opps get smoked like shisha Not once have the rised that beater Syro already got beat up Your sweet one wanna come to the bando Can't have her in and out of the spot I'm in trap mode, can't chill on no blocks If this car gets spun then it's back to the work Foot down, can't tell me "stop" And when Rellz is home, straight back to the gwap And when we get back, best take it off And I can't rate her if she hate my songs Your sweet one wanna come to the bando Can't have her in and out of the spot I'm in trap mode, can't chill on no blocks If this car gets spun then it's back to the work Foot down, can't tell me "stop" And when Rellz is home, straight back to the gwap And when we get back, best take it off And I can't rate her if she hate my songs Foot on the break if I spot me an opp You know we get straight to the chingings He was a boss in this ting, man Rest up Fox, you know they just hate how we living You know gang just drill it Juice be spilling All my dead opps, man bill it We're known guys to swing it Dead man, bin it And your boy ain't went swimming Your boy B got seven, you know he still rid it On the wing he's still fisting, kicking Plug man's face 'cause he's not really with it And moretime these girls want clout Can't waste my time on these dusty women I done said if she dead man bin it Enough of these yutes are fake, some gimmicks Give me the drop, I'll slide where you're chilling Your sweet one wanna come to the bando Can't have her in and out of the spot I'm in trap mode, can't chill on no blocks If this car gets spun then it's back to the work Foot down, can't tell me "stop" And when Rellz is home, straight back to the gwap And when we get back, best take it off And I can't rate her if she hate my songs Your sweet one wanna come to the bando Can't have her in and out of the spot I'm in trap mode, can't chill on no blocks If this car gets spun then it's back to the work Foot down, can't tell me "stop" And when Rellz is home, straight back to the gwap And when we get back, best take it off And I can't rate her if she hate my songs (Your sweet one wanna come to the bando Can't have her in and out of the spot I'm in trap mode, can't chill on no blocks If this car gets spun then it's back to the work Foot down, can't tell me "stop" And when Rellz is home, straight back to the gwap And when we get back, best take it off And I can't rate her if she hate my songs Your sweet one wanna come to the bando Can't have her in and out of the spot I'm in trap mode, can't chill on no blocks If this car gets spun then it's back to the work Foot down, can't tell me "stop" And when Rellz is home, straight back to the gwap And when we get back, best take it off And I can't rate her if she hate my songs) M1 on the beat M1 on the beat
Writer(s): Mozis P.aduu, K1 N15 Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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