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Youngest niggas, oldest k's in our denim jeans Niggas talking but that shit ain't worth a pair of wings Grindhard Young niggas with the oldest k's in our denim jeans Niggas down talking but that shit ain't worth a pair of wings Make these lil bitches come in pairs, niggas can't compare me They heard we riding with them chops late night so they go in early The way i handle shit i could be Kyrie Like nigga what you mean I ah trip wit this k like, long live Kyi'ree Kill ah nigga with the straight face he think some shit sweet Pour a 4 in a pop it's dirty like BlueBell Beach Think this lil bitch a mechanic told her give me a break Slid solo they seen two faces that explain the bape Lil nigga was lame yesterday and still lame today We was onnat same Nigga we was on that tip yesterday and on the same today And i kinda feel like Mayweather bitch i had to dodge the Jake's Riding with that big bitch i call him outta shape Think that bitch bones broke or somethin she acting outta place The opps keep dying this shit bigger than a virus On everything nigga i was shooting till i heard the sirens Was still sliding i ain't give a fuck if the boys around the corner Told bro i'm here forever but if they book me that's a different story These niggas still worrying bout what's not important Me & ghost stamp bitch our bond bigger than a title Cash said it's bigger fish to fry bigger than a rival But them niggas acting that shit staged "American Idol" Pick a side you can't be in the middle nigga you ain't Iowa This nigga talkin bout my man's like his man's ain't die or somethin Know re got that fire on him, come try to fire on him Answer yo question wit a question i think you got a wire on Bitch lied to me so bad i ain't even wanna lie nomo Got high as hell off ro pack i ain't even wanna get high nomo Piss the driver off on the road he ont even wanna drive nomo And they man's just died so i guess they outside now You ain't gotta tell me who did what but i bet i ah find out Feel like nobody in my corner so i guess i'm on timeout You tried to put the blame on me so i guess it's my fault I had to cut that bitch off she ain't what i thought I had to tell myself sugar look like salt I had to notice i'm alone my back to the wall I had to show these bitches niggas not to piss me off She said she had to tell me something bitch save that thought Every minute every second i'm thinking of my daughter Bitch i go and get it i can sell a drowning man some water Don't push me i'm close to the edge i feel like Florida Think for yourself cause they opinion really not important You know that glock it stay with me like we in a dorm Nigga don't get struck by that lightning you know we ride wit storms Before i fuck them rat bitches imma watch my porn See a opp and crash out won't try to beep the horn Bitch we shootin game winners we tryna beat the horn Been freestyling this whole song this shit getting boring Don't nobody want that bitch she like candy corn Man these hallows give you wings not candy corn It's in my jeans yeah that blick and that solid shit Twan mad he ain't kill leek, say he was pouting and shit This lil nigga got the stink face he was doubting his bitch Nigga said he gone slide but i doubt it he bitch They whole clique off the xans look a like a zombie-calypse Bro put a 50 on a drake got him winding that bitch That's ain't yo bro, that's yo sis Lil wining lil bitch It is what it is and what it was i guess that shit ain't stick Tell you how it is that shit y'all doing That shit ain't it Niggas dying for a point to prove but that's how it is Stay in Flint, on the way to the store i might drop some shit He find out what his bitch doing he might pop his bitch That's that toxic shit
Writer(s): Grindhard Rerock Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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