Lyrics

No discussion My niggas upping Them niggas with that talking We popping out ain't no arguing OTG my niggas all in Sipping wok nah this ain't coffee Cold hearted call me frosty My bitch bad she sexy bossy Juicy booty that's all fa me Bitches say they love me they wan fuck me I just want my money Niggas acting chummy you a dummy get the fuck from round me Niggas hella bummy I got LV on my fucking tummy Sparking up my Glock like my wood think it's fucking funny Bitch I'm bout whatever I ain't ducking niggas know wassup Riding roun tinted up Yea we tryna shoot them up I been getting money I ain't worried bout niggas talking bout me Bullets tackle just like clowney Niggas acting Robert Downey You a lame can't hang around I got the gang with me Up my blick don't play with me This Glock it stay with me Bitch they call me banks cause I got money what the fuck you on Swinging on this block just like Spider-Man won't take me long Bitch I'm at your door ring your bell it's like bing bong Beating on my chest im the king just like King Kong Baddie bitch in pink thongs fuck her make her sing songs Knock knock who's there it's my Glock your face gone Ion fuck with niggas ion co-operate Nigga see me up this bitch they singing like a holiday Baby girl you see these dreads hanging from a mile away And if you owe me money it ain't funny bitch it's time to pay if you know me Ah Ah I red na Walk up on em overstood Ah then he dead na Like up in the classrooms I'm quick to pull that lead out Thought he was gone make it he was patient but he bled out Almost did a high speed With 3 and 4 swerving like donico I up and let it blow push your shit back and then I'm out the door You know we got the dough came With your hoe but we don't need her though She a skeazing hoe bitch free my bro I pour me up a 4 Ride or die for bro FN on me this bitch ain't just for show Sweep shit like broomsday hoe Posted with 4 I'll send him at your door Still mad from years ago That's why you broke And bitch we bout to blow You know we strapped with poles All black like crows you play you get exposed Bum niggas can't get it from me On gang ain't going for nothing Them niggas they up to something Getting racks we getting money Wrap a nigga like a mummy Choppa kicking like it's chun li I be thugging on my lonely OTG it's bleeding on me Yea my dick a demon told her exorcist the semon out Left that lil bitch creaming out My dick a knife she screaming out Fuck her for a hour now I got the lil bih feening na Red and purple I'm leaning now Favorite gun that nina 9 She like the way I'm squeezing ha She like the way I'm squeezing ha My favorite gun that nina 9 That Nina 9 ima rock it out I got my blicky and I'm sticky A nigga from the city rock amiri Fuck the dickies Steady watching what I'm saying I can't let them nigga trick me I bet I go out just like tony before I let a nigga rip that's on god nigga Uh I can't even lie I don't kno what it is Hop up out that car We tryna hit his leg uh Yea I'm been solid since a youngin Been lit since a kid Telling my la homie we could never talk bout what we did Different city every day stand on business every way We don't need no mask we gone kill his ass anyway Paranoid when I ride with my man's i just hope he spray Clutching on this nina to get home ain't tryna die today nigga I'm introverted ion talk and ion be roun niggas Fuck that Instagram I'm in traffic tryna see bout niggas Baby blitz tryna make that Draco spit like he beatbox nigga Had to change my crowd to demons round me I had to leave out niggas I got them youngins on this bitch oh yea they turning up Green light any nigga on this earth no we don't give no fucks And we do block trips in broad day we tryna hit em up Lost my soul back in 2018 ain't no healing na
Writer(s): Charles Bailey Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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