Posted in the coupe I'm in zanabar
She think she older but we ain't far apart
Stop all that wolfin you ain't going far
Nigga a brokie he ain't got no car
Stay with the aim like I'm shooting darts
Stop worrying about me nigga play your part
Top of this shit I'm going to mars
Yea
You know what I do I'm aiming for the kill
That boy a bummy he ain't got a bill
Niggas be ass like the buffalo bills
Gotta work on the weekend
Yo bitch a stalker she gon keep on peeking
My nigga will snipe a nigga up for no reason
Gotta bring back a win for the whole team
F*ck what they heard nigga it ain't what it seems
Aim at his top with a f*cking beam
F*ck all that shit nigga I'm stacking my greens
I'm on a vacay yea I'm overseas
I ain't gon stop til my opps begging please
Give a f*ck about that nigga, give a f*ck out his dreams
Yea I deliver his head in the mail
He tried to play me but that nigga he failed
Running through obstacles, like I'm Micheal Phelps
All it takes nigga is one call
I ain't gon stop he bleeding on the walls
Niggas be pesty like a f*cking wasp
Can't trust nobody they dropping the ball
I'm watching tv gravity falls
Way to the loot bitch I'm at the top
Curse you a bitch yo group chat dead
He stealing niggas members because his shit dead
We know you a bitch we know you desperate
Get all over crazy & take yo meds
I do what I do but you do what you can
Quit listening to him he ain't got no fans
Long overdue he tried to make amends
That bitch made I beat up her mans
Talking that shit we can go band for band
Yea woah
Posted in the coupe I'm in zanabar
She think she older but we ain't far apart
Stop all that wolfin you ain't going far
Nigga a brokie he ain't got no car
Stay with the aim like I'm shooting darts
Stop worrying about me nigga play your part
Top of this shit I'm going to mars
She claim that she miss me
Keep a buck 50, got a Glock I keep it with me
Ain't touching that bitch I ain't f*ckin wit Whitney
How many racks you got nigga, nigga I got like plenty
He got a gun but he ain't gonna shot
My niggas some bandits we taking yo loot
Run up yo crib nigga taking yo loot
I got the time today so nigga you gotta move
Feel like a celeb sitting at the front door
I got the killers posted at the front door
Stop wasting my time can't f*ck wit no dumb hoe
They tryna tell me I'm doing the most
This ain't no soccer I'm scoring a goal
Feel like I'm marshawn lynch in beast mode
Wanna have my job nigga you sold
F*ck out my sections yea you gotta go
Got some niggas out here feining for meal
Talking that shit night you can get killed
Niggas be broke only got dollar bills
Throwing a dot yea I feel like O'Neil
Nigga he a rat he blew up the spot
Wait for the next sign nigga got popped
Ain't letting shit slide I keep it on lock
He ain't from the trenches he don't cook noodles on a pot
Yea woah
Posted in the coupe I'm in zanabar
She think she older but we ain't far apart
Stop all that wolfin you ain't going far
Nigga a brokie he ain't got no car
Stay with the aim like I'm shooting darts
Stop worrying about me nigga play your part
Top of this shit I'm going to mars
Bartbourne - Blade Lyrics
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Posted in the coupe I'm in zanabar
She think she older but we ain't far apart
Stop all that wolfin you ain't going far
Nigga a brokie he ain't got no car
Stay with the aim like I'm shooting darts
Stop worrying about me nigga play your part
Top of this shit I'm going to mars
Yea
You know what I do I'm aiming for the kill
That boy a bummy he ain't got a bill
Niggas be ass like the buffalo bills
Gotta work on the weekend
Yo bitch a stalker she gon keep on peeking
My nigga will snipe a nigga up for no reason
Gotta bring back a win for the whole team
F*ck what they heard nigga it ain't what it seems
Aim at his top with a f*cking beam
F*ck all that shit nigga I'm stacking my greens
I'm on a vacay yea I'm overseas
I ain't gon stop til my opps begging please
Give a f*ck about that nigga, give a f*ck out his dreams
Yea I deliver his head in the mail
He tried to play me but that nigga he failed
Running through obstacles, like I'm Micheal Phelps
All it takes nigga is one call
I ain't gon stop he bleeding on the walls
Niggas be pesty like a f*cking wasp
Can't trust nobody they dropping the ball
I'm watching tv gravity falls
Way to the loot bitch I'm at the top
Curse you a bitch yo group chat dead
He stealing niggas members because his shit dead
We know you a bitch we know you desperate
Get all over crazy & take yo meds
I do what I do but you do what you can
Quit listening to him he ain't got no fans
Long overdue he tried to make amends
That bitch made I beat up her mans
Talking that shit we can go band for band
Yea woah
Posted in the coupe I'm in zanabar
She think she older but we ain't far apart
Stop all that wolfin you ain't going far
Nigga a brokie he ain't got no car
Stay with the aim like I'm shooting darts
Stop worrying about me nigga play your part
Top of this shit I'm going to mars
She claim that she miss me
Keep a buck 50, got a Glock I keep it with me
Ain't touching that bitch I ain't f*ckin wit Whitney
How many racks you got nigga, nigga I got like plenty
He got a gun but he ain't gonna shot
My niggas some bandits we taking yo loot
Run up yo crib nigga taking yo loot
I got the time today so nigga you gotta move
Feel like a celeb sitting at the front door
I got the killers posted at the front door
Stop wasting my time can't f*ck wit no dumb hoe
They tryna tell me I'm doing the most
This ain't no soccer I'm scoring a goal
Feel like I'm marshawn lynch in beast mode
Wanna have my job nigga you sold
F*ck out my sections yea you gotta go
Got some niggas out here feining for meal
Talking that shit night you can get killed
Niggas be broke only got dollar bills
Throwing a dot yea I feel like O'Neil
Nigga he a rat he blew up the spot
Wait for the next sign nigga got popped
Ain't letting shit slide I keep it on lock
He ain't from the trenches he don't cook noodles on a pot
Yea woah
Posted in the coupe I'm in zanabar
She think she older but we ain't far apart
Stop all that wolfin you ain't going far
Nigga a brokie he ain't got no car
Stay with the aim like I'm shooting darts
Stop worrying about me nigga play your part
Top of this shit I'm going to mars
She think she older but we ain't far apart
Stop all that wolfin you ain't going far
Nigga a brokie he ain't got no car
Stay with the aim like I'm shooting darts
Stop worrying about me nigga play your part
Top of this shit I'm going to mars
Yea
You know what I do I'm aiming for the kill
That boy a bummy he ain't got a bill
Niggas be ass like the buffalo bills
Gotta work on the weekend
Yo bitch a stalker she gon keep on peeking
My nigga will snipe a nigga up for no reason
Gotta bring back a win for the whole team
F*ck what they heard nigga it ain't what it seems
Aim at his top with a f*cking beam
F*ck all that shit nigga I'm stacking my greens
I'm on a vacay yea I'm overseas
I ain't gon stop til my opps begging please
Give a f*ck about that nigga, give a f*ck out his dreams
Yea I deliver his head in the mail
He tried to play me but that nigga he failed
Running through obstacles, like I'm Micheal Phelps
All it takes nigga is one call
I ain't gon stop he bleeding on the walls
Niggas be pesty like a f*cking wasp
Can't trust nobody they dropping the ball
I'm watching tv gravity falls
Way to the loot bitch I'm at the top
Curse you a bitch yo group chat dead
He stealing niggas members because his shit dead
We know you a bitch we know you desperate
Get all over crazy & take yo meds
I do what I do but you do what you can
Quit listening to him he ain't got no fans
Long overdue he tried to make amends
That bitch made I beat up her mans
Talking that shit we can go band for band
Yea woah
Posted in the coupe I'm in zanabar
She think she older but we ain't far apart
Stop all that wolfin you ain't going far
Nigga a brokie he ain't got no car
Stay with the aim like I'm shooting darts
Stop worrying about me nigga play your part
Top of this shit I'm going to mars
She claim that she miss me
Keep a buck 50, got a Glock I keep it with me
Ain't touching that bitch I ain't f*ckin wit Whitney
How many racks you got nigga, nigga I got like plenty
He got a gun but he ain't gonna shot
My niggas some bandits we taking yo loot
Run up yo crib nigga taking yo loot
I got the time today so nigga you gotta move
Feel like a celeb sitting at the front door
I got the killers posted at the front door
Stop wasting my time can't f*ck wit no dumb hoe
They tryna tell me I'm doing the most
This ain't no soccer I'm scoring a goal
Feel like I'm marshawn lynch in beast mode
Wanna have my job nigga you sold
F*ck out my sections yea you gotta go
Got some niggas out here feining for meal
Talking that shit night you can get killed
Niggas be broke only got dollar bills
Throwing a dot yea I feel like O'Neil
Nigga he a rat he blew up the spot
Wait for the next sign nigga got popped
Ain't letting shit slide I keep it on lock
He ain't from the trenches he don't cook noodles on a pot
Yea woah
Posted in the coupe I'm in zanabar
She think she older but we ain't far apart
Stop all that wolfin you ain't going far
Nigga a brokie he ain't got no car
Stay with the aim like I'm shooting darts
Stop worrying about me nigga play your part
Top of this shit I'm going to mars
Writer: Chris Gould
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