Ayy, oh, niggas mad, cause 8 started a wave
Gon' shut that shit up, everybody got something to say
Can't turn no hoe to a ho's wife, she won't be saved
Bitch, keep it pushin', I ain't the nigga wearin' no cape
Rather eat crumbs with my bums than eat steaks with the fakes
He trolled on me on Instagram, now I'm in his face waving this Drac
Fye' fye', fa' fa'
Code name, that's what we say
When we catch a nigga lackin', broad day it's yellow tape
When I rob a nigga, the first thing I'm gon' reach for is his waist
Shit be havin' heated when I get the word, what the f*ck these niggas say
Hope y'all serious behind that shit, cause we ain't the type to go out and play, cuz
Heard they sayin' bro nem lucky, cause he jammed up
Nigga, what? He the ones who hit your mans up
Free 4Trapp, I know he riding, shit hit the fan, bruh
I hope they strap, cause we came deep to spank your clan up
This bitch call me broke, cause I ain't the type to get no bands up
Ho, you must be stupid, this bitch think I'm Cupid
Knock a nigga head right off his shoulders if he don't use it
Niggas DM me from a fake page, these niggas childish, foolish
A million threats, you gon' do something, then do it
Ain't gotta test me, boy, prove it, be with them killers and the shooters
And them Drillers and the yootas', boy this jumper on me, stupid
Head shot, left him clueless, I been shittin' on these niggas
My stomach hurt, I tried to pootin', got a strap, but you don't shoot it
Niggas Bob, not the builder, you don't even use your toolie
Deep sleep, drop the slob, on these niggas, I be snoozin
Backseat, Drac' coolin', three thirties, lace booted
Stock buttin', cut movin', she ain't sleep, her ass tooted
Oh, niggas mad, cause 8 started a wave
Gon' shut that shit up, everybody got something to say
Can't turn no hoe to a hoe wife, she won't be saved
Bitch, keep it pushin', I ain't the nigga wearin' no cape
Rather eat crumbs with my bums than eat steaks with the fakes
He trolled on me on Instagram, now I'm in his face waving this Drac
Fye' fye', fa' fa'
Code name, that's what we say
When we catch a nigga lackin', broad day it's yellow tape
Nigga, yellow tape, nigga, broad day
Nigga, yellow tape, niggas, broad day, nigga
Drake, Drake, face, face, three thirties, lace
Big Flame 8 - Mr. 8 Lyrics
Big Flame 8 - Mr. 8 Lyrics
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Ayy, oh, niggas mad, cause 8 started a wave
Gon' shut that shit up, everybody got something to say
Can't turn no hoe to a ho's wife, she won't be saved
Bitch, keep it pushin', I ain't the nigga wearin' no cape
Rather eat crumbs with my bums than eat steaks with the fakes
He trolled on me on Instagram, now I'm in his face waving this Drac
Fye' fye', fa' fa'
Code name, that's what we say
When we catch a nigga lackin', broad day it's yellow tape
When I rob a nigga, the first thing I'm gon' reach for is his waist
Shit be havin' heated when I get the word, what the f*ck these niggas say
Hope y'all serious behind that shit, cause we ain't the type to go out and play, cuz
Heard they sayin' bro nem lucky, cause he jammed up
Nigga, what? He the ones who hit your mans up
Free 4Trapp, I know he riding, shit hit the fan, bruh
I hope they strap, cause we came deep to spank your clan up
This bitch call me broke, cause I ain't the type to get no bands up
Ho, you must be stupid, this bitch think I'm Cupid
Knock a nigga head right off his shoulders if he don't use it
Niggas DM me from a fake page, these niggas childish, foolish
A million threats, you gon' do something, then do it
Ain't gotta test me, boy, prove it, be with them killers and the shooters
And them Drillers and the yootas', boy this jumper on me, stupid
Head shot, left him clueless, I been shittin' on these niggas
My stomach hurt, I tried to pootin', got a strap, but you don't shoot it
Niggas Bob, not the builder, you don't even use your toolie
Deep sleep, drop the slob, on these niggas, I be snoozin
Backseat, Drac' coolin', three thirties, lace booted
Stock buttin', cut movin', she ain't sleep, her ass tooted
Oh, niggas mad, cause 8 started a wave
Gon' shut that shit up, everybody got something to say
Can't turn no hoe to a hoe wife, she won't be saved
Bitch, keep it pushin', I ain't the nigga wearin' no cape
Rather eat crumbs with my bums than eat steaks with the fakes
He trolled on me on Instagram, now I'm in his face waving this Drac
Fye' fye', fa' fa'
Code name, that's what we say
When we catch a nigga lackin', broad day it's yellow tape
Nigga, yellow tape, nigga, broad day
Nigga, yellow tape, niggas, broad day, nigga
Drake, Drake, face, face, three thirties, lace
Gon' shut that shit up, everybody got something to say
Can't turn no hoe to a ho's wife, she won't be saved
Bitch, keep it pushin', I ain't the nigga wearin' no cape
Rather eat crumbs with my bums than eat steaks with the fakes
He trolled on me on Instagram, now I'm in his face waving this Drac
Fye' fye', fa' fa'
Code name, that's what we say
When we catch a nigga lackin', broad day it's yellow tape
When I rob a nigga, the first thing I'm gon' reach for is his waist
Shit be havin' heated when I get the word, what the f*ck these niggas say
Hope y'all serious behind that shit, cause we ain't the type to go out and play, cuz
Heard they sayin' bro nem lucky, cause he jammed up
Nigga, what? He the ones who hit your mans up
Free 4Trapp, I know he riding, shit hit the fan, bruh
I hope they strap, cause we came deep to spank your clan up
This bitch call me broke, cause I ain't the type to get no bands up
Ho, you must be stupid, this bitch think I'm Cupid
Knock a nigga head right off his shoulders if he don't use it
Niggas DM me from a fake page, these niggas childish, foolish
A million threats, you gon' do something, then do it
Ain't gotta test me, boy, prove it, be with them killers and the shooters
And them Drillers and the yootas', boy this jumper on me, stupid
Head shot, left him clueless, I been shittin' on these niggas
My stomach hurt, I tried to pootin', got a strap, but you don't shoot it
Niggas Bob, not the builder, you don't even use your toolie
Deep sleep, drop the slob, on these niggas, I be snoozin
Backseat, Drac' coolin', three thirties, lace booted
Stock buttin', cut movin', she ain't sleep, her ass tooted
Oh, niggas mad, cause 8 started a wave
Gon' shut that shit up, everybody got something to say
Can't turn no hoe to a hoe wife, she won't be saved
Bitch, keep it pushin', I ain't the nigga wearin' no cape
Rather eat crumbs with my bums than eat steaks with the fakes
He trolled on me on Instagram, now I'm in his face waving this Drac
Fye' fye', fa' fa'
Code name, that's what we say
When we catch a nigga lackin', broad day it's yellow tape
Nigga, yellow tape, nigga, broad day
Nigga, yellow tape, niggas, broad day, nigga
Drake, Drake, face, face, three thirties, lace
Writer: Big Flame
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