Nah, nigga, I swear to God, I'm in a ranked Warzone game right now
Prone, nigga, cause I had to holla at you, bro
The first jump, um, the first jump you sent me, I didn't look at the name or whatever
Um, but first of all, nigga, the keyboard on that bitch is fire, nigga
That f*ckin' Friday the 13th drill vibe, nigga
Yeah, bitch hard, nigga, ambiance crazy
Um, and who the f*ck is Dre tha Wiz, nigga
Who is that nigga
That nigga spit on that bitch
Son, where'd you find this
Nigga, f*ckin', on that f*ckin' track,
You asking bout the 6 how bout you go and take a trip, bring a extra clip
Cause every single 5th
Come with a stick before he see the circle niggas ain't gon
Recognize the whip, switch to RiPs, cause lately niggas eatin' hollow tips
Lovin' on her soul, I only love the way she swallow dick
She sellin' CPNs, I hit a line to get the gang a crib
I was f*cked up, woke up like I'ma change the way I live
I brought these chains so I could shine the light, I'm livin' and been dim
Easy to comprehend, anytime you don't pretend
We was on the 6, standin' 6 to 6, just lockin' in
Kept a screw in my revolver, it don't lock without the pin
Now it's XDs and different type of Glocks, I swap the gen
Brought The FNN, they hear that missile whistlin' in the wind
Bixty tell me get him, you gon' hear somebody did him in
Tucked the paper from the groupie, she reach, I'ma knock a noggin' off
This ain't no headache, you can fix up with no Tylenol
We crack his head, bang the toast, yellin' Mazel Tov
My shooter just quit his job, he said he'd rather bottle Dog
This ain't no headache, you can fix up with no Tylenol
He just quit his job, he said he'd rather bottle Dog
He ain't got no money, still be livin' off them bitches, tryin' buy a biscuit
Nigga, everything here competition
We spend money on these hammers, don't be comin' nothin' skinny
At least $650.00 just for me to step out and get busy
We put bags on the glizzies if we rock out with the switchie
It's too many shells and they all assorted, we ain't picky
And I clicky clicky anytime I pop out with this semi
Don't be talkin' bout no paper, you ain't step out and get Benny's
They be poppin it
See him in real life and they ain't got the shit
IG followers, they only accomplishin'
Talkin' shit to real gangsters, now we need a Dr quick
When they start to whip
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Nah, nigga, I swear to God, I'm in a ranked Warzone game right now
Prone, nigga, cause I had to holla at you, bro
The first jump, um, the first jump you sent me, I didn't look at the name or whatever
Um, but first of all, nigga, the keyboard on that bitch is fire, nigga
That f*ckin' Friday the 13th drill vibe, nigga
Yeah, bitch hard, nigga, ambiance crazy
Um, and who the f*ck is Dre tha Wiz, nigga
Who is that nigga
That nigga spit on that bitch
Son, where'd you find this
Nigga, f*ckin', on that f*ckin' track,
You asking bout the 6 how bout you go and take a trip, bring a extra clip
Cause every single 5th
Come with a stick before he see the circle niggas ain't gon
Recognize the whip, switch to RiPs, cause lately niggas eatin' hollow tips
Lovin' on her soul, I only love the way she swallow dick
She sellin' CPNs, I hit a line to get the gang a crib
I was f*cked up, woke up like I'ma change the way I live
I brought these chains so I could shine the light, I'm livin' and been dim
Easy to comprehend, anytime you don't pretend
We was on the 6, standin' 6 to 6, just lockin' in
Kept a screw in my revolver, it don't lock without the pin
Now it's XDs and different type of Glocks, I swap the gen
Brought The FNN, they hear that missile whistlin' in the wind
Bixty tell me get him, you gon' hear somebody did him in
Tucked the paper from the groupie, she reach, I'ma knock a noggin' off
This ain't no headache, you can fix up with no Tylenol
We crack his head, bang the toast, yellin' Mazel Tov
My shooter just quit his job, he said he'd rather bottle Dog
This ain't no headache, you can fix up with no Tylenol
He just quit his job, he said he'd rather bottle Dog
He ain't got no money, still be livin' off them bitches, tryin' buy a biscuit
Nigga, everything here competition
We spend money on these hammers, don't be comin' nothin' skinny
At least $650.00 just for me to step out and get busy
We put bags on the glizzies if we rock out with the switchie
It's too many shells and they all assorted, we ain't picky
And I clicky clicky anytime I pop out with this semi
Don't be talkin' bout no paper, you ain't step out and get Benny's
They be poppin it
See him in real life and they ain't got the shit
IG followers, they only accomplishin'
Talkin' shit to real gangsters, now we need a Dr quick
When they start to whip
Prone, nigga, cause I had to holla at you, bro
The first jump, um, the first jump you sent me, I didn't look at the name or whatever
Um, but first of all, nigga, the keyboard on that bitch is fire, nigga
That f*ckin' Friday the 13th drill vibe, nigga
Yeah, bitch hard, nigga, ambiance crazy
Um, and who the f*ck is Dre tha Wiz, nigga
Who is that nigga
That nigga spit on that bitch
Son, where'd you find this
Nigga, f*ckin', on that f*ckin' track,
You asking bout the 6 how bout you go and take a trip, bring a extra clip
Cause every single 5th
Come with a stick before he see the circle niggas ain't gon
Recognize the whip, switch to RiPs, cause lately niggas eatin' hollow tips
Lovin' on her soul, I only love the way she swallow dick
She sellin' CPNs, I hit a line to get the gang a crib
I was f*cked up, woke up like I'ma change the way I live
I brought these chains so I could shine the light, I'm livin' and been dim
Easy to comprehend, anytime you don't pretend
We was on the 6, standin' 6 to 6, just lockin' in
Kept a screw in my revolver, it don't lock without the pin
Now it's XDs and different type of Glocks, I swap the gen
Brought The FNN, they hear that missile whistlin' in the wind
Bixty tell me get him, you gon' hear somebody did him in
Tucked the paper from the groupie, she reach, I'ma knock a noggin' off
This ain't no headache, you can fix up with no Tylenol
We crack his head, bang the toast, yellin' Mazel Tov
My shooter just quit his job, he said he'd rather bottle Dog
This ain't no headache, you can fix up with no Tylenol
He just quit his job, he said he'd rather bottle Dog
He ain't got no money, still be livin' off them bitches, tryin' buy a biscuit
Nigga, everything here competition
We spend money on these hammers, don't be comin' nothin' skinny
At least $650.00 just for me to step out and get busy
We put bags on the glizzies if we rock out with the switchie
It's too many shells and they all assorted, we ain't picky
And I clicky clicky anytime I pop out with this semi
Don't be talkin' bout no paper, you ain't step out and get Benny's
They be poppin it
See him in real life and they ain't got the shit
IG followers, they only accomplishin'
Talkin' shit to real gangsters, now we need a Dr quick
When they start to whip
Writer: Andre Davis
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