Lyrics

We be wilding All we know is violence My niggas robbing and conniving They be feining for a body Ain't no lacking' bitch I keep that Glock right beside me Cocked and loaded So Yea bitch come and try me He talking murder? Ima get his ass Knocked off We gone hurt em' catch that bitch And blow his top down I'm tryna murk em' bitch go dig yo Mans up out the ground Watcha on 4? Bitch you knowing we Don't play around yea Nigga talking down up on my top like Ian bout that shit Catch his ass lacking' two to the head Get em out this bitch Bitch I'm strictly savage' all I ever Knew was step on shit Kill a nigga dead' if he ever think Bout testing me yea Ian talking bout no pencil' I'll fill em up with lead Orange flag wrap around my head Doing the murder man Fuck a leg, shoot em in the head Send em to the med He acting gangsta' leave a nigga dead You know how we play it If a nigga talking murder We gone see bout it Talking gangsta shit online So I really hope that he bout it 94 Baby if you ain't never caught a Body you can't be round me It's a fucking cold world' So I gotta keep that heat round me Nigga talking like he know the gang' You don't know us Saying that he caught a body' Fuck that talking gotta show us Having pressure bout a bitch' Boy I'll send you and yo hoe up Turn his ass into some weed I'm talking Runtz nigga JokesUp yea We be wilding All we know is violence My niggas robbing and conniving They be feining for a body Ain't no lacking' Bitch I keep that glock Right beside me Cocked and loaded ' So yea bitch come and try me He talking murder? Ima get his ass Knocked off We gone hurt em' Catch that bitch And blow his top down I'm tryna murk em' Bitch go dig yo mans up Out the ground Watcha on 4? Bitch you knowing We don't play around yea
Writer(s): Anthony Clark Jr., Anthony Clark Jr Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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