2ooslyme
Long live Paul and dex
Let's do it
Vlrrrddd
Why the f**k these niggas cappin' , nigga ain't took a thing from me
Aye that's him right there Unlock my door, I'm finna drop my ski
Bruh ass tried to trail me, lucky dude had told me leave the glee
I woulda jumped out with that Blrrrd, and left his brains out on the seat
We bring opp hoes from the north side to the south and make em' eat
I'm 5L repping BSG, these streets done turned me to a beast
Pick her up inside the strike next thing I know, she finna feast
Niggas trolling until they die
You cannot troll when you deceased
You cannot troll when you don't got no breath
Nigga got clean as hell before he died , his ass was fresh to death
99% of the time I'm probably by myself
You better not think this shit sweet over here, I'm gon' lay down that belt
We ride Strikers when it's dark outside
You not on the South if you don't hear nobody playing narc outside
Getting paid while tryna survive
I'm on FaceTime with my bitch, I told that lil ho to throw up a 5
Why the f**k these niggas cappin' Nigga, ain't took a thing from me
Aye that's him right there Unlock my door, I'm finna drop my ski
Bruh ass tried to trail me, lucky dude had told me leave the glee
I woulda jumped out with that Blrrrd, and left his brains out on the seat
Dice game on the South, Big money in the pot cause' we all grittin
Can't let my mama down , My pocket's fat, can't go to Planet Fitness
I know she looking down, just smiling , Always told her I'm gon' win
I watched bruh strike the fin , He pulled it out the lot, took off the track
Up in this strike, we 4 deep, slapped down, everybody got they glee
Up on the North, I'm with the drop while Slyme in south with BSG
Them boys ain't tryna hoop
City on lock, but we stay at the rim
We read that play, can't go for backdoe, think we steady watching film
My clip is long like Wembanyama
Keep yo hoe, don't want to drama
Hip-hop out joggin fit, with sheisty on , I love my balaclava
Glock 17, walk with Seth Curry Cuz it's one up in the head
My bitch, she mad cuz I ain't came home in two days
I came home with that bread
Like stop the yapping
Ran this shit up off of trappin'
Won't speak on wax, I hop out Nike Tech don't ask me bout what happened
4-inch barrel on my ARP this bitch smaller than baby boys
Bail out the car 762, We finna flame that boy
Why the f**k these niggas cappin' , nigga ain't took a thing from me
Aye that's him right there Unlock my door, I'm finna drop my ski
Bruh ass tried to trail me, lucky dude had told me leave the glee
I woulda jumped out with that Blrrrd, and left his brains out on the seat
We bring opp hoes from the north side to the south and make em' eat
I'm 5L repping BSG, these streets done turned me to a beast
Pick her up inside the strike next thing I know, she finna feast
Niggas trolling until they die
You cannot troll when you deceased
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2ooslyme
Long live Paul and dex
Let's do it
Vlrrrddd
Why the f**k these niggas cappin' , nigga ain't took a thing from me
Aye that's him right there Unlock my door, I'm finna drop my ski
Bruh ass tried to trail me, lucky dude had told me leave the glee
I woulda jumped out with that Blrrrd, and left his brains out on the seat
We bring opp hoes from the north side to the south and make em' eat
I'm 5L repping BSG, these streets done turned me to a beast
Pick her up inside the strike next thing I know, she finna feast
Niggas trolling until they die
You cannot troll when you deceased
You cannot troll when you don't got no breath
Nigga got clean as hell before he died , his ass was fresh to death
99% of the time I'm probably by myself
You better not think this shit sweet over here, I'm gon' lay down that belt
We ride Strikers when it's dark outside
You not on the South if you don't hear nobody playing narc outside
Getting paid while tryna survive
I'm on FaceTime with my bitch, I told that lil ho to throw up a 5
Why the f**k these niggas cappin' Nigga, ain't took a thing from me
Aye that's him right there Unlock my door, I'm finna drop my ski
Bruh ass tried to trail me, lucky dude had told me leave the glee
I woulda jumped out with that Blrrrd, and left his brains out on the seat
Dice game on the South, Big money in the pot cause' we all grittin
Can't let my mama down , My pocket's fat, can't go to Planet Fitness
I know she looking down, just smiling , Always told her I'm gon' win
I watched bruh strike the fin , He pulled it out the lot, took off the track
Up in this strike, we 4 deep, slapped down, everybody got they glee
Up on the North, I'm with the drop while Slyme in south with BSG
Them boys ain't tryna hoop
City on lock, but we stay at the rim
We read that play, can't go for backdoe, think we steady watching film
My clip is long like Wembanyama
Keep yo hoe, don't want to drama
Hip-hop out joggin fit, with sheisty on , I love my balaclava
Glock 17, walk with Seth Curry Cuz it's one up in the head
My bitch, she mad cuz I ain't came home in two days
I came home with that bread
Like stop the yapping
Ran this shit up off of trappin'
Won't speak on wax, I hop out Nike Tech don't ask me bout what happened
4-inch barrel on my ARP this bitch smaller than baby boys
Bail out the car 762, We finna flame that boy
Why the f**k these niggas cappin' , nigga ain't took a thing from me
Aye that's him right there Unlock my door, I'm finna drop my ski
Bruh ass tried to trail me, lucky dude had told me leave the glee
I woulda jumped out with that Blrrrd, and left his brains out on the seat
We bring opp hoes from the north side to the south and make em' eat
I'm 5L repping BSG, these streets done turned me to a beast
Pick her up inside the strike next thing I know, she finna feast
Niggas trolling until they die
You cannot troll when you deceased
Long live Paul and dex
Let's do it
Vlrrrddd
Why the f**k these niggas cappin' , nigga ain't took a thing from me
Aye that's him right there Unlock my door, I'm finna drop my ski
Bruh ass tried to trail me, lucky dude had told me leave the glee
I woulda jumped out with that Blrrrd, and left his brains out on the seat
We bring opp hoes from the north side to the south and make em' eat
I'm 5L repping BSG, these streets done turned me to a beast
Pick her up inside the strike next thing I know, she finna feast
Niggas trolling until they die
You cannot troll when you deceased
You cannot troll when you don't got no breath
Nigga got clean as hell before he died , his ass was fresh to death
99% of the time I'm probably by myself
You better not think this shit sweet over here, I'm gon' lay down that belt
We ride Strikers when it's dark outside
You not on the South if you don't hear nobody playing narc outside
Getting paid while tryna survive
I'm on FaceTime with my bitch, I told that lil ho to throw up a 5
Why the f**k these niggas cappin' Nigga, ain't took a thing from me
Aye that's him right there Unlock my door, I'm finna drop my ski
Bruh ass tried to trail me, lucky dude had told me leave the glee
I woulda jumped out with that Blrrrd, and left his brains out on the seat
Dice game on the South, Big money in the pot cause' we all grittin
Can't let my mama down , My pocket's fat, can't go to Planet Fitness
I know she looking down, just smiling , Always told her I'm gon' win
I watched bruh strike the fin , He pulled it out the lot, took off the track
Up in this strike, we 4 deep, slapped down, everybody got they glee
Up on the North, I'm with the drop while Slyme in south with BSG
Them boys ain't tryna hoop
City on lock, but we stay at the rim
We read that play, can't go for backdoe, think we steady watching film
My clip is long like Wembanyama
Keep yo hoe, don't want to drama
Hip-hop out joggin fit, with sheisty on , I love my balaclava
Glock 17, walk with Seth Curry Cuz it's one up in the head
My bitch, she mad cuz I ain't came home in two days
I came home with that bread
Like stop the yapping
Ran this shit up off of trappin'
Won't speak on wax, I hop out Nike Tech don't ask me bout what happened
4-inch barrel on my ARP this bitch smaller than baby boys
Bail out the car 762, We finna flame that boy
Why the f**k these niggas cappin' , nigga ain't took a thing from me
Aye that's him right there Unlock my door, I'm finna drop my ski
Bruh ass tried to trail me, lucky dude had told me leave the glee
I woulda jumped out with that Blrrrd, and left his brains out on the seat
We bring opp hoes from the north side to the south and make em' eat
I'm 5L repping BSG, these streets done turned me to a beast
Pick her up inside the strike next thing I know, she finna feast
Niggas trolling until they die
You cannot troll when you deceased
Writer: Mar Laforty, J. Mitchell
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid