Lyrics

Ayo, Eli, what the fuck? They say that a young nigga a problem They don't know what to do with me I know you stay with a shotta, but I keep like two with me Pull up and we drenchin' your spot up, better tuck your jewelry Last nigga got his top bust, tell the opps get used to this She likin' the way I maneuver He ain't move right, so we left his madula Try to run up, you was too stuck Why would you think I ain't come with a ruler? With the gang, and we packin' your crew up Just caught an opp, I'ma roll me a new blunt With the gang, and we packin' your crew up Just caught an opp, I'ma roll me a new one (ayy, AR) Whole 'nother opp in the air, it's a new one (that's a new one) Hell no, we ain't stressin' no bitch 'round here, get a new one (treesha) I seen them guns in your videos When you gon' use one? (Boom, boom, boom) You said I switched, and I changed But you're really the fool one (hold on) But you're really the fool one Run up in your spot masked up, we gon' shoot up, blaow (blaow) And if you fuck with them niggas That mean you a loser (that mean you a loser, bitch) Front line, everybody gon' ride, 26, we shooters (that's 26O) Had to Amiri them runners, we ain't wearin' no Pumas (Amiri, Amiri), we ain't wearin' no I was just locked in that cell eatin' tuna Now they love how a nigga maneuver Niggas ain't really on shit, make a fool of ya Learned how to shoot by myself, no tutor Prime time bitch, but I'll probably get your Maybach parked Money on my head, but it's way too short (too short) You left me in jail, it was way too dark (huh?) Anytime a nigga see me, they gon' see sparks Christian Dior steppin', then we all steppin' We got more weapons than your gang If we all get 'em, then we gon' wet 'em, yeah That boy is gonna see his grave (Christian Dior steppin', then we all steppin') (We got more weapons than your gang) (If we all get 'em, then we gon' wet 'em, yeah) (That boy is gonna see his grave) AR Drippin' off, bitch, you know what my fit cost Me and my niggas is ready to ball (yes), like we up at the tip-off Lift off, get 'em gang (boom), like is you ready to lift off? (Boom, boom) Bitches be goin' (bitches be goin'), they be fuckin' the clique off I can't fuck if she don't get my dick hard (at all) That ain't foreigns, you wearin' those rip-offs (those rip-offs) Four pound, kickback like a kickoff (boom) Boy, I'm someone you don't wanna piss off (AR), hol' on They always say, "AR was gon' excel" (uh-huh) D.E. make 'em flip like Nextel (boom, boom) Check his Facebook, we lookin' for, "Get well" (get well) How you up on the 'Gram and can't make bail? (Huh?) That's crazy (that's crazy) If you get locked up, don't say me (at all) If we good, just don't tweak with KG (no way) Want a feature? Pay me Got 2 K's, come play me (come play me) Off D'USSÉ, feelin' wavy (I'm wavy) Got guns, like the Navy (like the Navy, bitch) Got guns, like the, look Fuck that, we got chops like Iran (like Iran) Bet you can't name a time that I ran (never) Move back (move back), if he woo from the ville I'm won't woo back (what?), shoot that I was totin', and he should've knew that (grrt, bah) He approached me, and I blew that, bah (grrt, AR) They say that a young nigga a problem They don't know what to do with me I know you stay with a shotta, but I keep like two with me Pull up and we drenchin' your spot up, better tuck your jewelry Last nigga got his top bust, tell the opps get used to this She likin' the way I maneuver He ain't move right, so we left his madula Try to run up, you was too stuck Why would you think I ain't come with a ruler? With the gang, and we packin' your crew up Just caught an opp, I'ma roll me a new blunt With the gang, and we packin' your crew up Just caught an opp, I'ma roll me a new one (ayy, AR) (Christian Dior steppin', then we all steppin') (We got more weapons than your gang) (If we all get 'em, then we gon' wet 'em, yeah) (That boy is gonna see his grave) (Christian Dior steppin', then we all steppin') (We got more weapons than your gang) (If we all get 'em, then we gon' wet 'em, yeah) (That boy is gonna see his grave, yeah-yeah)
Writer(s): Ahnias Willams, Ahnias Williams Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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