Demeanor

He gone get wacked, I'm finna' put his little ass on a t-shirt Going back to back, hitting his mouth man I'm making his teeth hurt Balling hard like I'm Shaq, my bad that's apart of my demeanor These niggas be sad, cuffing these hoes but they really be eaters Niggas be steady talking on that bullshit You is not gang we not really on cool shit Brodie, got a hot head better cool it Testing your luck around you is foolish Bro pop a perc now he out of his body Yo bitch at my crib she ride me like a Harley Labels be hitting my phone tryna' sign me Gang ride around in that fresh Kawasaki On the front lines and we shooting Playing with us that little boy must be stupid Twenty four seven I steady be booted Say I'm the best but I already knew it Five five six bullets hit em' he ruined Reno how you so cold and so fluent I don't know nigga I just know what I'm doing He gone get wacked, I'm finna' put his little ass on a t-shirt Going back to back, hitting his mouth man I'm making his teeth hurt Balling hard like I'm Shaq, my bad that's apart of my demeanor These niggas be sad, cuffing these hoes but they really be eaters He gone get wacked, I'm finna' put his little ass on a t-shirt Going back to back, hitting his mouth man I'm making his teeth hurt Balling hard like I'm Shaq, my bad that's apart of my demeanor These niggas be sad, cuffing these hoes but they really be eaters