Woo, woo, woo, woo, woo
Woo, woo
You don't even know me like that
I went popped out with big bottles some getting poured in the grass
The smirnoff getting taxes like that
You don't like me well boy I disliked your ass first, matter fact
I lured you all up in the trap
I got something for all different spots on the muhf*cking map
It's not even that hard to rap
Smash a bottle all up on your head leaving shards of the glass
That's one of the nicer attacks
Nigga flex up on all of the broke on the muhf*cking gram
Call it a cyber attack
'Bout to pop out my shit now they all getting mad
Type of shit make you think that I focus on that
Don't give a f*ck never gave it a nothing
Collateral shots on your little buddy
He ain't get hit on his shoulder for nothing
You niggas must of been smoking on something
I done been here to long to not smell something funny
Huh, we turn up and go to 100
Woah, we had to survive off a loaf
Huh, we sit in a circle with dope
Huh, we walk inside with a big bang bang
Huh, we probrably should of let you know
The same type shit make me hate these niggas
Is the same type shit make me hate these hoes
I walk inside with the flamest drip
I could be a target everybody look broke
Huh, the shit get so cold
Huh, I'm talking 'bout the jewellery I'm on
Huh, I'm the penthouse with about 25 lil hoes tell her come open the loft
Huh, she act brand new like she still got some styrofoam wrapped all inside of her box
How much you sell in day about 21, in other words bitch alot
Huh, you jump on your phone to make internet threats that's the type of shit killers ain't on
Huh, quit playing, yeah
I told the lil' hoe if you got some on your mind
Huh, just come here and say it
Too much sounds you can pick which kind
Huh, mama kept sitting me down asking me what's wrong with my life
Huh, yeah I done sold a whole lot've this godamn loud made many fly
It ain't no choice or sympathy you best oblidge
Whole lot of could've been or should've beens they died
Huh, yea the back say V but nigga the front it say my life
Don't wanna hear"we" my brother only one went baked this pie
Say what it is give a f*ck what it was
Had to start dealing when they locked the plug
You fly too close to the f*cking sun
Do you remember them days when it was one-on-one
Boy you ain't with me get up out the car
I don't even wanna hear what side you're on
While you waiting for a hero we save our own
Get up out my business that's all I want
When the feds get bored they go f*ck with us
When them hoes get bored they go make shit up
Stop crying take it on the chin suck it up
Pull up out the four door like lil' nigga what!
Big pockets big money that's average stuff
I got audacity I might call your bluff
You know damn well your ass can't come live off us
I don't wanna talk no more I don't give a f*ck
K-9 - Midnight Cypher Lyrics
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Woo, woo, woo, woo, woo
Woo, woo
You don't even know me like that
I went popped out with big bottles some getting poured in the grass
The smirnoff getting taxes like that
You don't like me well boy I disliked your ass first, matter fact
I lured you all up in the trap
I got something for all different spots on the muhf*cking map
It's not even that hard to rap
Smash a bottle all up on your head leaving shards of the glass
That's one of the nicer attacks
Nigga flex up on all of the broke on the muhf*cking gram
Call it a cyber attack
'Bout to pop out my shit now they all getting mad
Type of shit make you think that I focus on that
Don't give a f*ck never gave it a nothing
Collateral shots on your little buddy
He ain't get hit on his shoulder for nothing
You niggas must of been smoking on something
I done been here to long to not smell something funny
Huh, we turn up and go to 100
Woah, we had to survive off a loaf
Huh, we sit in a circle with dope
Huh, we walk inside with a big bang bang
Huh, we probrably should of let you know
The same type shit make me hate these niggas
Is the same type shit make me hate these hoes
I walk inside with the flamest drip
I could be a target everybody look broke
Huh, the shit get so cold
Huh, I'm talking 'bout the jewellery I'm on
Huh, I'm the penthouse with about 25 lil hoes tell her come open the loft
Huh, she act brand new like she still got some styrofoam wrapped all inside of her box
How much you sell in day about 21, in other words bitch alot
Huh, you jump on your phone to make internet threats that's the type of shit killers ain't on
Huh, quit playing, yeah
I told the lil' hoe if you got some on your mind
Huh, just come here and say it
Too much sounds you can pick which kind
Huh, mama kept sitting me down asking me what's wrong with my life
Huh, yeah I done sold a whole lot've this godamn loud made many fly
It ain't no choice or sympathy you best oblidge
Whole lot of could've been or should've beens they died
Huh, yea the back say V but nigga the front it say my life
Don't wanna hear"we" my brother only one went baked this pie
Say what it is give a f*ck what it was
Had to start dealing when they locked the plug
You fly too close to the f*cking sun
Do you remember them days when it was one-on-one
Boy you ain't with me get up out the car
I don't even wanna hear what side you're on
While you waiting for a hero we save our own
Get up out my business that's all I want
When the feds get bored they go f*ck with us
When them hoes get bored they go make shit up
Stop crying take it on the chin suck it up
Pull up out the four door like lil' nigga what!
Big pockets big money that's average stuff
I got audacity I might call your bluff
You know damn well your ass can't come live off us
I don't wanna talk no more I don't give a f*ck
Woo, woo
You don't even know me like that
I went popped out with big bottles some getting poured in the grass
The smirnoff getting taxes like that
You don't like me well boy I disliked your ass first, matter fact
I lured you all up in the trap
I got something for all different spots on the muhf*cking map
It's not even that hard to rap
Smash a bottle all up on your head leaving shards of the glass
That's one of the nicer attacks
Nigga flex up on all of the broke on the muhf*cking gram
Call it a cyber attack
'Bout to pop out my shit now they all getting mad
Type of shit make you think that I focus on that
Don't give a f*ck never gave it a nothing
Collateral shots on your little buddy
He ain't get hit on his shoulder for nothing
You niggas must of been smoking on something
I done been here to long to not smell something funny
Huh, we turn up and go to 100
Woah, we had to survive off a loaf
Huh, we sit in a circle with dope
Huh, we walk inside with a big bang bang
Huh, we probrably should of let you know
The same type shit make me hate these niggas
Is the same type shit make me hate these hoes
I walk inside with the flamest drip
I could be a target everybody look broke
Huh, the shit get so cold
Huh, I'm talking 'bout the jewellery I'm on
Huh, I'm the penthouse with about 25 lil hoes tell her come open the loft
Huh, she act brand new like she still got some styrofoam wrapped all inside of her box
How much you sell in day about 21, in other words bitch alot
Huh, you jump on your phone to make internet threats that's the type of shit killers ain't on
Huh, quit playing, yeah
I told the lil' hoe if you got some on your mind
Huh, just come here and say it
Too much sounds you can pick which kind
Huh, mama kept sitting me down asking me what's wrong with my life
Huh, yeah I done sold a whole lot've this godamn loud made many fly
It ain't no choice or sympathy you best oblidge
Whole lot of could've been or should've beens they died
Huh, yea the back say V but nigga the front it say my life
Don't wanna hear"we" my brother only one went baked this pie
Say what it is give a f*ck what it was
Had to start dealing when they locked the plug
You fly too close to the f*cking sun
Do you remember them days when it was one-on-one
Boy you ain't with me get up out the car
I don't even wanna hear what side you're on
While you waiting for a hero we save our own
Get up out my business that's all I want
When the feds get bored they go f*ck with us
When them hoes get bored they go make shit up
Stop crying take it on the chin suck it up
Pull up out the four door like lil' nigga what!
Big pockets big money that's average stuff
I got audacity I might call your bluff
You know damn well your ass can't come live off us
I don't wanna talk no more I don't give a f*ck
Writer: Isaac Komakach
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid