[TG Kommas]
Look, I'ma speak that real shit every time I jump up on the track
Good dope, your people hear this shit, they play it back-to-back
Money on my mind most of the time I'm out here chasin' racks
These pussy-ass niggas hate the fact I came up 'bout that rack
But nigga know what's time with me, pain, get left in the streets
Real creatures, they don't get no sleep, we creepin' when it's beep
Leave a bitch nigga deceased, aim at your top, blow out your mind
I need my meds, without my meds, I'm out my mind
Without my Glock, I'm out my mind, I need that iron
Everywhere I go, I'mma take this bitch to every show
Playin' here, I'mma let it blow
Cross me once, can't let it go
I'mma put you where my Nikes at
Then go eat a sandwich, watchin' cameras where the pipes be at
Smokers comin' buy this crate, them shooters buy they wrong
You trippin' talkin' on my phone
Pussy, what the fuck you on?
Tryna get me jammed up and sent to that place
So my bitch can get a get-back from me playin' in her face
Fuck that, put 'em on a chase
High speed, blow the motor out
You steady typin' on a gram, bitch, tell me, what the smoke about?
'Cause I be tryna smoke it out like you can't get your brother back
We tired on smokin' on that boy, we plottin' on 'nother pack
Yea, ha, you out your mind, 'cause I'm out mine
You slangin' iron, I'm slagin' iron
You 'bout your business, I'm 'bout mine, nigga, yea
You on that block, go work a job
Your momma workin' 9 to 5
And after work I broke her spine, nigga, yea
A couple niggas want my shine
Get in a way, feel that iron
That Choppa swingin' side to side, nigga, yea
The murder rate get super high
Niggas don't learn until they die
Put that bitch on a channel 9, nigga, yea
[Neno Calvin]
Yea, heh, tell me, what it is with us
You know how we comin', we fill plate, then we gon' kill as one
She just sucked my dick and bro'nem dick, she still gon' hit the blunt
Gotta make her feel as one, one, heh
Posted in my section with them weapons, tryna drop some
I'm still sendin' hits, nigga go die with that nigga you right as fuck
She rolled all my weed and just for that I fuck her propa'
Posted in that ??? with mo' sticks than a mobsta
Bitch, you know I'm a shotta
??? murder gang, bitch
Every time I think about my round, I get angry
If you tryna get a hunnid pounds, I earange it
Beefin' with my friends, as of know, tryna spank it
Xan, Percocet, that be that remedy I'm tellin' you
Ain't beefin' with no niggas on Instagram live, we tryna bury dude
Money gettin' too long, need bitches googling my revenew
Catch 'em out of bounds, better walk down, that's what you better do
Yea, heh, I just took 3 Percocets, I be my ???
Girl, I think you cool, I'm tryna get that twat
She scared to live her truth, that's why she live in lies
Them niggas ain't gettin' no money, we on different time
If we ain't got no guns, then we gon' deep dive
This murder gang, must just call me Elon
Two-fifthy on my head, I told 'em ''Keep trying''
Everytime that I get mad them niggas keep dyin'
[ Neno Calvin]
Yeah, believe that
??? the gang, you know how we comin', bitch
You know I bleed that, yea
Believe that
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