Balenciagas, Biker denim jeans up in Louis v
These niggas hollering all this f*ckin hatred but they envy me
I heard you really out here trying to bubble baby cop a p
Move like master p you ain't gettin money Nigga have a seat
Shoot you in yo dome send you home call the Calvary
Beating on my chest gorilla gang we ain't bought to beef
Hitchu in yo teeth lose yo teeth call you dz
You niggas really out here trying to flex wearing cz's
100 bo's in this new trap ain't no TV
I heard you out here looking for some money come and see me
Ion gotta beef it's to much money in these streets
I'll never put no money on yo head I'll just creep
Smith & wesson 40 Knock a nigga dead up out his sneaks
Feeling like I'm meech you niggas know I really got that reach
You gotta hit the v 1000 blues ah put you on yo feet
Call my nigga p hell snatch a nigga out his keys
Call my nigga Regg have you missing like his teeth
Ian smoking Regg but you know I'm blowing out the ep
Balling like I'm meech about to take a trip to the v
Call my nigga tae he'll put 3 holes in yo face
About to do the race
Cuz my nigga ain't gone catch no case
All y'all niggas fake counterfeit niggas in my way
Talking bought a play then we bought to fly out to the bay
Hit the interstate call and say ill be back in few more days
While I'm outta state call my nigga rell to watch the safe
Iaint finna play run up on me wrong you get laid
Call that Nigga mar swear to god he'll spray you in yo face
Balling like I'm curt I just blew a 3.5 to the face
Call my nigga shawn I just had to ship it in the mail
All you niggas snails welcome to the Mo were we raising hail
Hitchu wit them shells call my nigga 64 for them bails
All y'all niggas leaches heard you snitching in them f*cking cells
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Balenciagas, Biker denim jeans up in Louis v
These niggas hollering all this f*ckin hatred but they envy me
I heard you really out here trying to bubble baby cop a p
Move like master p you ain't gettin money Nigga have a seat
Shoot you in yo dome send you home call the Calvary
Beating on my chest gorilla gang we ain't bought to beef
Hitchu in yo teeth lose yo teeth call you dz
You niggas really out here trying to flex wearing cz's
100 bo's in this new trap ain't no TV
I heard you out here looking for some money come and see me
Ion gotta beef it's to much money in these streets
I'll never put no money on yo head I'll just creep
Smith & wesson 40 Knock a nigga dead up out his sneaks
Feeling like I'm meech you niggas know I really got that reach
You gotta hit the v 1000 blues ah put you on yo feet
Call my nigga p hell snatch a nigga out his keys
Call my nigga Regg have you missing like his teeth
Ian smoking Regg but you know I'm blowing out the ep
Balling like I'm meech about to take a trip to the v
Call my nigga tae he'll put 3 holes in yo face
About to do the race
Cuz my nigga ain't gone catch no case
All y'all niggas fake counterfeit niggas in my way
Talking bought a play then we bought to fly out to the bay
Hit the interstate call and say ill be back in few more days
While I'm outta state call my nigga rell to watch the safe
Iaint finna play run up on me wrong you get laid
Call that Nigga mar swear to god he'll spray you in yo face
Balling like I'm curt I just blew a 3.5 to the face
Call my nigga shawn I just had to ship it in the mail
All you niggas snails welcome to the Mo were we raising hail
Hitchu wit them shells call my nigga 64 for them bails
All y'all niggas leaches heard you snitching in them f*cking cells
These niggas hollering all this f*ckin hatred but they envy me
I heard you really out here trying to bubble baby cop a p
Move like master p you ain't gettin money Nigga have a seat
Shoot you in yo dome send you home call the Calvary
Beating on my chest gorilla gang we ain't bought to beef
Hitchu in yo teeth lose yo teeth call you dz
You niggas really out here trying to flex wearing cz's
100 bo's in this new trap ain't no TV
I heard you out here looking for some money come and see me
Ion gotta beef it's to much money in these streets
I'll never put no money on yo head I'll just creep
Smith & wesson 40 Knock a nigga dead up out his sneaks
Feeling like I'm meech you niggas know I really got that reach
You gotta hit the v 1000 blues ah put you on yo feet
Call my nigga p hell snatch a nigga out his keys
Call my nigga Regg have you missing like his teeth
Ian smoking Regg but you know I'm blowing out the ep
Balling like I'm meech about to take a trip to the v
Call my nigga tae he'll put 3 holes in yo face
About to do the race
Cuz my nigga ain't gone catch no case
All y'all niggas fake counterfeit niggas in my way
Talking bought a play then we bought to fly out to the bay
Hit the interstate call and say ill be back in few more days
While I'm outta state call my nigga rell to watch the safe
Iaint finna play run up on me wrong you get laid
Call that Nigga mar swear to god he'll spray you in yo face
Balling like I'm curt I just blew a 3.5 to the face
Call my nigga shawn I just had to ship it in the mail
All you niggas snails welcome to the Mo were we raising hail
Hitchu wit them shells call my nigga 64 for them bails
All y'all niggas leaches heard you snitching in them f*cking cells
Writer: antonio Hall
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