Lyrics

Yeah, Smoking dope Nigga know how this shit go We always change the score (PBell) Nigga we got money and we'll fuck yo' hoe (Aye) Aye my nigga sippin' syrup, he steady trying to kill his car Nigga fuck around with em fuck arounds and get smoked lil mouse Pull up on a nigga, dump 100 rounds I ain't playing, knock a nigga out Nigga I ain't mainstream Better stay where all my opps be, that's underground Let that .62 eat his flesh Nigga better ride around with a vest Nigga get cashed out, it's a mac down Killers run down for that check Nigga I been sliding, on the set Real deal walk down on shit I don't like bitches, I don't like niggas I don't like nobody, that's that Nigga been a bitch, еverybody know about it Bro slide around, who next? Puеrto Rican bitch, she ain't got nobody But the bitch good with her neck Pussy nigga cap, he ain't got no bodies Slap a 30 round in the Tec Bullets swing 'round, heard its bullet down Nigga, ain't can't slid on shit Glock 21, finna get a switch on it Slap a titty under that bitch Light said I'm tripping cause I'm with the shits Cause I be still down for a hit Take a nigga bitch, ion give her dick Wanna fuck Dot cause a nigga lit Niggas pissed off cause I'm getting rich Try to take it from me nigga imma blick Roll up dope nigga I get high Eyes real low with a stick on side Pull on side, bet a nigga won't try Imma bang my iron, leave a nigga to die Flicking my wrist like I'm flicking a blick If I spot me a opp, imma hit him from far Hit you with a dick, I be up in this bitch We get up with a nigga and fuck up his car Nigga we drill shit I ain't playing We could be broke, that was back then Now i got bands, nigga what you sayin'? I done came up, pussy, I'm the man (Pussy) Leave a whole car load in yo' car door Catch a taco, order in You can get Gatos, shoot his car hoe, put a pothole in yo' man Niggas got big rolls in they pants Yeen got money nigga, how ya be? European Drac, way from outta state Clip in this bitch long like a tree 22 shots in the .23, talking like he 'bout it, make him feel the heat I just met a freak hoe and she creep Tryna make me pull up on moncrease With the hit squad, they don't give a fuck Tryna smash anything that they see When I'm in the city, bitch I'm tinted up Riding with a AK on the seat Only thing I'm ducking is the police Riding in a bucket nigga on B Finna flush another nigga on B Gossip about another nigga, ain't me (Aye) Play and you get tucked in, want some money? Go spin I can't beef about no cat, she wanna hoe, then go ahead Choppa space a nigga brain out, like he bowlegged "Chill out Dot, you need to calm down" that's what my hoe said Aye a grown ass nigga chasing clout, that shit so sad Niggas keep my name in they mouth, with they broke ass Young crew got no bag You using 'em, it's funny when They realize that they dying first and you the one that's dying last Stupid ass boy, ol' pawn ass nigga Faking ass, "ion shoot my gun" ass nigga "When they hit the corner, imma duck and run" ass nigga When we push on up em, pop up like "where you going nigga" Ugh
Writer(s): Jacourey Rivers, Paul-emanuel Virga, Parker James Bell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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