Uh-huh (Damn, 1k, this shit hard)
Duh
These niggas know what the fuck goin' on (Air this shit back)
Dumbest out this shit
He still livin', he got head tapped (Head tapped)
I'm in my feelings 'bout the guys, don't wanna talk (Yeah), just leave me 'lone (What the fuck?)
I might DND my phone (DND)
I was stuck inside that cell and all them hoes had did me wrong
Now I'm quick to swing my door before that window rollin' down (Now I'm quick, rollin' down)
If a nigga say it's smoke, well, then we rollin' out the pound (Grrt, grrt)
My brother seven, KRISS Vect' in this Glock, I shoot thirty-six rounds (Grrt)
Catch a flight and go OT, I get 'em whacked from out of town (Yeah)
You can learn somethin' if you listen, pussy nigga, I'm puttin' you down (Yeah)
Money talk, bullshit walk, nigga, I'm a boss
Foreign bitch, she gon' eat the dick just by the way I talk
Brodie go up top to catch his plays, that nigga Randy Moss
Brodie go up top to catch his plays, that nigga Randy Moss
What we do, bitch, I break the law, you know I break the law (You know that)
What you do, bitch, I get it off, you know I get it off (You know that)
Okay, cool, I'ma drop a ten, just make sure he can't talk (For sure that)
Okay, cool, I'ma drop a ten, just make sure he can't talk (Shh)
I get the lo' and I'm gon' stalk (Baow)
I'm in the air long way from the bed, imagine in that Hawk (Nigga)
Feds gave Lil D-Rock ten (They gave him ten), Squeeze told, so he got caught (So far)
Swing my door about my brother, bitch, I love him, so that's law (Uh, facts)
Get in my feelings 'bout the guys, don't wanna talk, just leave me 'lone (Alone)
I might DND my phone
I was stuck inside that cell and all them hoes had did me wrong (They did me wrong)
Now I'm quick to swing my door before that window rollin' down (Nigga, ah)
'Fore that window rollin' down, now I'm quick to swing (Ah, ah)
I swear to God 'fore that window rollin' down, uh (Uh, long live, on my brother, nigga)
Now that window rollin' down, ain't nothin' quick to swing that (Blitz still, love live King, still goin')
Record that, I rock (We still dumpin', oh yeah)
Blatt
I just spilled my cup, I'm high as fuck, so bitch, I'm mad now
All them niggas tried it and they died, but I'm the bad guy
Bae, you way too fine to go in public with your ass out
Girl, that shit too fat, you can't even tell me you don't got ass shots
But it ain't my business, niggas know I stand on business (On all ten)
Fully Glocks, fully K's, I done fell in love with switches (I swear to God)
Stop the car, we on they block (We on they block), hop out chase lil' bro, go get him (Go get him)
FTO, it's fuck the opps (It's fuck the opps), see, you gon' die, you in the middle (I swear, bah)
He still livin', he got head tapped
I'm in my feelings 'bout the guys, don't wanna talk, just leave me 'lone (What the fuck?)
I might DND my phone
I was stuck inside that cell and all them hoes had did me wrong
Now I'm quick to swing my door before that window rollin' down
If a nigga say it's smoke, well, then we rollin' out the pound
My brother seven, KRISS Vect' in this Glock, I shoot thirty-six rounds
Catch a flight and go OT, I get 'em whacked from out of town (Yeah)
You can learn somethin' if you listen, pussy nigga, I'm puttin' you down
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