(Y'all gon' have to put Mo in)
(LC)
(EVRGRN with the heat yeah)
I done ran it up, now she say the world is yours
Could've bought a corvette, cashed out on a 'ventador
Could've fucked yo bitch, but I just settle with the throat
Pass her to the bro, straight after the show
I can level up, but you still here wit the poor
Nigga come play, tryna snatch a nigga soul
Nigga come play, leave him stretched out on the floor
Nigga claim its beef, we sendin shots everywhere he go
You could ask the streets they gon' tеll you Jack gon' let it blow
There's so much in thе streets, the streets done turned a nigga paranoid
There's so much in the streets, when I try to sleep I be hearin voices
Ridin wit' my demons, tryna steal a fucking Rolls Royce
Ridin wit' the choppa, put it on a fuckin biker boy
Ain't time to boss, lil' nigga gon' see what all that fire fore'
If you didn't wanna get shot, tell me why the fuck you sat behind me fore'
If you didn't wanna get shot, but yo dumbass still got popped
But yo dumbass still got whacked, and them niggas on you they mad
Flip a coin, put a chain on his head
Gotta kill, gotta come to collect
Run the score, by next week we taking off back
When you go to sleep, better sleep with your vest
I done ran it up, now she say the world is yours
Could've bought a corvette, cashed out on a 'ventador
Could've fucked yo bitch, but I just settle with the throat
Pass her to the bro, straight after the show
I can level up, but you still here wit the poor
Nigga come play, tryna snatch a nigga soul
Nigga could play, leave him stretched out on the floor
Nigga claim its beef, we sendin shots everywhere he go
If he claim it's beef I swear to God that nigga lied
That nigga ain't really gangsta I could see bitch all in his eyes
That fuck nigga ain't really gangsta, so i'ma let hit him lose his life
I'm knockin all his partnas' off, got his dawg tryna' make up ties
I'm knockin all his partnas' off, won't let them niggas on my side
Comin from out the projects, so much cash i'ma let it slide
If my go i'ma my nigga go, and I ain't even gon' much question why
I'ma fuck around and get yo hoe then i'ma pass her off to the guys
But you thought she was gon' ride, that ain't yo bitch that bitch mine
She tell me what you say every time, know yeah I could kill you any time
Snipe a nigga i'ma pay that fine, in the feds these niggas flatline
Sniper gang make a opp make headlines, Sniper gang put a opp for dead time
I done ran it up, now she say the world is yours
Could've bought a corvette, cashed out on a 'ventador
Could've fucked yo bitch, but I just settle with the throat
Pass her to the bro, straight after the show
I can level up, but you still here wit the poor
Nigga come play, tryna snatch a nigga soul
Nigga could play, leave him stretched out on the floor
Nigga claim its beef, we sendin shots everywhere he go
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