Aye
Aye
Gang
Bitch no cap
Free Joshi man free lil tuba free tecko man
F*ck all the opps free all the guys
Nate boy
No cap when I rap like a dyke hoe you know I gotta keep the strap
Put my team on the map, f*ck a low boy I ain't never won't to cap
Sipping syrup like it's sap, put the 40 to his teeth
We trying to give his ass a gap
Like a sink bitch you know I'm trying to tap
Lil nigga ya I bees in the trap
Walk in real niggas give me dap
Drive slow or you getting yo shit clap
BOK ya I got to keep the strap
To much hair why the f*ck would I cap
Sitting down counting bands in my lap
Got Glock boys and we got drakes
Love fruit but I don't f*ck with the grape
Walk down hit a opp in his face
Talking shit better stay in yo place
Young nigga Spring clips like mace
Slow it down now pick up the paste
Better move right if you ain't trying to catch a case
223's made his whole body shake
Got to watch new niggas they flake
Put the clips to his head like a tape
Go bananas in this shit like a ape
I'm super man but I don't got no Cape
Bad bitch and I like her shape
When the opps see me they don't run they skate
Put some holes in your face
Hands down we ain't f*cking with the flakes
Pussy niggas they be talking to the jakes
When you see me we can do it face to face
Sipping green lean just to stay awake
Chopper got kick like a 808
Don't worry bout me we go BOK
Real niggas in this shit we go lead the way
Tote my pole just to see another day
Trying see if his ass when the other way
Making bands like each and every other day
Body slam a niggas ass like m.m.a
On the ground laying down where he go lay
Ya I'm posted on the block with a 30ty shot Glock
If a opp run up he get pop
Mr.joe ya I got to keep the mop
I be connected to his block like a hotspot
Lil bro line em up with the red dot
Dissing on the gang you can only catch a head shot
Got to hide in the hole cause the feds hot
Slow em down so we gave his ass a leg shot
F*ck the opps they don't won't no smoke
BOK my niggas no joke
Toting shit look like a light pole
Me and you we can call the iso
Diamonds dancing now they think the lights on
Move right boy u can't move wrong
40ty give his ass a new skin tone
High as f*ck when I wrote this song
On my way money getting real long
Tell the opps stop calling my phone
F*ck nigga better leave me alone
For I send his ass home with this Crome
Head shot I would crack a nigga dome
Blood leaking out his mouth like some foam
I ain't worried about shit I been on
Say cheese should come and see how I'm leaving
Lil nigga swimming with the big fishes
Break it down now Count up the digits
Smoking gas don't f*ck with no midget
BOK in this shit ya we winning
Gang
Nigga already no how the f*ck we rocking man
Whole lot of BOK shit 6700 that's how we rock
Nate boy
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Aye
Aye
Gang
Bitch no cap
Free Joshi man free lil tuba free tecko man
F*ck all the opps free all the guys
Nate boy
No cap when I rap like a dyke hoe you know I gotta keep the strap
Put my team on the map, f*ck a low boy I ain't never won't to cap
Sipping syrup like it's sap, put the 40 to his teeth
We trying to give his ass a gap
Like a sink bitch you know I'm trying to tap
Lil nigga ya I bees in the trap
Walk in real niggas give me dap
Drive slow or you getting yo shit clap
BOK ya I got to keep the strap
To much hair why the f*ck would I cap
Sitting down counting bands in my lap
Got Glock boys and we got drakes
Love fruit but I don't f*ck with the grape
Walk down hit a opp in his face
Talking shit better stay in yo place
Young nigga Spring clips like mace
Slow it down now pick up the paste
Better move right if you ain't trying to catch a case
223's made his whole body shake
Got to watch new niggas they flake
Put the clips to his head like a tape
Go bananas in this shit like a ape
I'm super man but I don't got no Cape
Bad bitch and I like her shape
When the opps see me they don't run they skate
Put some holes in your face
Hands down we ain't f*cking with the flakes
Pussy niggas they be talking to the jakes
When you see me we can do it face to face
Sipping green lean just to stay awake
Chopper got kick like a 808
Don't worry bout me we go BOK
Real niggas in this shit we go lead the way
Tote my pole just to see another day
Trying see if his ass when the other way
Making bands like each and every other day
Body slam a niggas ass like m.m.a
On the ground laying down where he go lay
Ya I'm posted on the block with a 30ty shot Glock
If a opp run up he get pop
Mr.joe ya I got to keep the mop
I be connected to his block like a hotspot
Lil bro line em up with the red dot
Dissing on the gang you can only catch a head shot
Got to hide in the hole cause the feds hot
Slow em down so we gave his ass a leg shot
F*ck the opps they don't won't no smoke
BOK my niggas no joke
Toting shit look like a light pole
Me and you we can call the iso
Diamonds dancing now they think the lights on
Move right boy u can't move wrong
40ty give his ass a new skin tone
High as f*ck when I wrote this song
On my way money getting real long
Tell the opps stop calling my phone
F*ck nigga better leave me alone
For I send his ass home with this Crome
Head shot I would crack a nigga dome
Blood leaking out his mouth like some foam
I ain't worried about shit I been on
Say cheese should come and see how I'm leaving
Lil nigga swimming with the big fishes
Break it down now Count up the digits
Smoking gas don't f*ck with no midget
BOK in this shit ya we winning
Gang
Nigga already no how the f*ck we rocking man
Whole lot of BOK shit 6700 that's how we rock
Nate boy
Aye
Gang
Bitch no cap
Free Joshi man free lil tuba free tecko man
F*ck all the opps free all the guys
Nate boy
No cap when I rap like a dyke hoe you know I gotta keep the strap
Put my team on the map, f*ck a low boy I ain't never won't to cap
Sipping syrup like it's sap, put the 40 to his teeth
We trying to give his ass a gap
Like a sink bitch you know I'm trying to tap
Lil nigga ya I bees in the trap
Walk in real niggas give me dap
Drive slow or you getting yo shit clap
BOK ya I got to keep the strap
To much hair why the f*ck would I cap
Sitting down counting bands in my lap
Got Glock boys and we got drakes
Love fruit but I don't f*ck with the grape
Walk down hit a opp in his face
Talking shit better stay in yo place
Young nigga Spring clips like mace
Slow it down now pick up the paste
Better move right if you ain't trying to catch a case
223's made his whole body shake
Got to watch new niggas they flake
Put the clips to his head like a tape
Go bananas in this shit like a ape
I'm super man but I don't got no Cape
Bad bitch and I like her shape
When the opps see me they don't run they skate
Put some holes in your face
Hands down we ain't f*cking with the flakes
Pussy niggas they be talking to the jakes
When you see me we can do it face to face
Sipping green lean just to stay awake
Chopper got kick like a 808
Don't worry bout me we go BOK
Real niggas in this shit we go lead the way
Tote my pole just to see another day
Trying see if his ass when the other way
Making bands like each and every other day
Body slam a niggas ass like m.m.a
On the ground laying down where he go lay
Ya I'm posted on the block with a 30ty shot Glock
If a opp run up he get pop
Mr.joe ya I got to keep the mop
I be connected to his block like a hotspot
Lil bro line em up with the red dot
Dissing on the gang you can only catch a head shot
Got to hide in the hole cause the feds hot
Slow em down so we gave his ass a leg shot
F*ck the opps they don't won't no smoke
BOK my niggas no joke
Toting shit look like a light pole
Me and you we can call the iso
Diamonds dancing now they think the lights on
Move right boy u can't move wrong
40ty give his ass a new skin tone
High as f*ck when I wrote this song
On my way money getting real long
Tell the opps stop calling my phone
F*ck nigga better leave me alone
For I send his ass home with this Crome
Head shot I would crack a nigga dome
Blood leaking out his mouth like some foam
I ain't worried about shit I been on
Say cheese should come and see how I'm leaving
Lil nigga swimming with the big fishes
Break it down now Count up the digits
Smoking gas don't f*ck with no midget
BOK in this shit ya we winning
Gang
Nigga already no how the f*ck we rocking man
Whole lot of BOK shit 6700 that's how we rock
Nate boy
Writer: anthony jordan
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid