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Grrah, grrah (I got Hitman on the beat) Grrah-grrah-grrah, grrah-grrah, boom, grrah-grrah, boom Grrah-grrah, grrah-grrah, grrah-grrah, boom Grrah-grrah, grrah-grrah, boom, grrah-grrah, boom Grrah-grrah, boom, grrah-grrah, boom Grrah, boom, grrah-grrah, boom, grrah, boom These niggas P, we keep it G Watch when I talk, I'm walkin' on the beat You can see the Amiri, GG on my feet Even doley or deep, I gotta keep a beam Like, no ain't no love in these streets Screamin', "Free Flocka", 'til that nigga free I'm in love wit' the purple, mix it wit' the green I see Cosmo and Wanda when a nigga dream Like, niggas thinkin' they the best But I don't give a fuck, 'cause label sendin' checks Backdoor, niggas smokin' on my dead And I pop me some meds until I'm feelin' dead I'm hearin' demons, all I see is red Like 48, watch how I rock him to bed Like, matter fact, we gon' put him to the test And watch, I start clickin', BJ clean the rest I'ma keep totin' and throwin', get money I'm focused I can't wife a bitch who be hoein' Nowadays, niggas and bitches be fake and they show it, until they get smoked like some potent I was down bad by myself in the open, I got on bad time, no, I couldn't control it And I pop me two yellows, two beans, I be rollin', we throw 30 opps in the grabba, no floaters These niggas P, we keep it G Watch when I talk, I'm walkin' on the beat You can see the Amiri, GG on my feet Even doley or deep, I gotta keep a beam Like, no ain't no love in these streets Screamin' "Free Flocka", 'til that nigga free I'm in love wit' the purple, mix it wit' the green I see Cosmo and Wanda when a nigga dream Like, niggas thinkin' they the best But I don't give a fuck, 'cause label sendin' checks Backdoor, niggas smokin' on my dead And I pop me some meds until I'm feelin' dead I'm hearin' demons, all I see is red Like 48, watch how I rock him to bed Like, matter fact, we gon' put him to the test And watch, I start clickin', BJ clean the rest We smokin' za out the B, catch a O Then my money get longer, the more I get older Like, everyday, my heart is gettin' colder Like, when it when it get harder, I'm brushin' my shoulder Too many times when I thought it was over Like, when I go through, no, I cannot be sober Two deep, me and Kay chop it up in a Rover Like, I'm a fiend, ain't no tellin' me, "Hold up" There been too many situations that we situated We get bands, double rubber bands Niggas be suckin' dick and niggas always hatin' We got back, go dig up your mans There been too many situations that we situated We get bands, double rubber bands Niggas be sucking dick and niggas always hating We got back go dig up yours mans These niggas P, we keep it G Watch when I talk, I'm walkin' on the beat You can see the Amiri, GG on my feet Even doley or deep, I gotta keep a beam Like, no ain't no love in these streets Screamin' "Free Flocka", 'til that nigga free I'm in love wit' the purple, mix it wit' the green I see Cosmo and Wanda when a nigga dream Like, niggas thinkin' they the best But I don't give a fuck, 'cause label sendin' checks Backdoor, niggas smokin' on my dead And I pop me some meds until I'm feelin' dead I'm hearin' demons, all I see is red Like 48, watch how I rock him to bed Like, matter fact, we gon' put him to the test And watch, I start clickin', BJ clean the rest
Writer(s): Sebastian Picchioni, Arion Howard, Gregory Sanders, Iana Jackson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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