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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Occ Taee
Occ Taee
Songwriter

Lyrics

(Aye Jay, come shoot this)
(Nd its still fuck a **** man)
(Ain't shit changed)
(Play you lay)
(Where the fuck you lay you gon' stay ****)
(Yall ain't my mutha fuckin' brothers man, free ?)
(Aye), don't do the talkin' on the gram cuz we delete shit
Bleed shit
Spin on yo block three times on that repeat shit
My girl tellin' me chill cuz I been fiendin'
(Why you fiendin' ****?)
But lately **** steady playin' so I been creepin' ****
We them young **** on that mob shit, that let a **** play then he gon' lay shots to the face or get you mobbed shit
That let him say some shit, then he get shot shit
Nd' if he with me, then he certified, ain't who tellin' who drop shit
2 15's, 19, 16, 13, 12
Boss ****, big six, **** pml
If you ain't with the gang, fuck out my face or you can eat these shells
I won't fight on the street, you catchin' heat then you get beat in jail
This (?) and my thugs ****
They say you gettin' smoked, they like flashin' that cash, when they see me they **** gettin' poked
And im back in my bag, you reach for these you bitches gettin' choked
Gang and them snatchin' souls, no it ain't shit to come and make you float
Bitch, gang, I got this nena on me
Can't wait to catch an opp, aim it, and put this nena on him
He postin' his ****, not knowin' he finna meet his homies
Its gettin' chilly lil ****, better have his heater on him
Boom, ****
Like Friz, we back in action
We shot OT, they think its sweet, bitch now its back to crackin'
We got all the heats, yall hit the streets, nd' yall right back to lackin'
You **** bitches in the field, the heats right back to clappin'
Real shit, in the field shit, my **** kill shit
That drill shit, pop like a pill shit, it get you killed quick
That fuck it I been thuggin' on CC, streight from the vill shit
That young **** be clutchin', play with him you get the deal bitch, gang
Aye, no im not from the deep but I can ship a ball like im FedEx, I come from the streets
I don't do relation, she a bitch then she here for the me
I ain't for shit but all the bitches say im for the streets
Hahaha, but that shit funny tho
Lets keep it real, only give a fuck about money tho, nd' fuck these bitches, I can't give you shit, tired of these bummy hoes
These bitches sendin' pics, I hit the road, tired of these funny hoes
Nd' everything I say it ain't no promise, its a guarantee
I said it once, but fuck those diss songs, there ain't no scarin' me
I hope **** don't put no fear in me, the first **** to try, he gon' die right where he stand, im talkin' instantly ****
(Yhea, ahaha, yhea bitch)
(Bitch)
(Yhea)
(Yhea, yhea, free (?))
(Yhea)
(Bitch)
Written by: Occ Taee
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