Heard they said NPeezy soft, f*ck it boy I hate that
All that talking shit up on the net won't bring yo gang back
Heard them boys try put me in the beef like I ain't say that
F*ck it, smoking quay pack
He in the blunt, we laced that
Pass it to the shooters on the side and watch em face that
FN's and 223's might hit em, push his brain back
F*ck if he try spray it on the block, my shooters spray back
Someone take his gun away, i promise he won't spray that
F*ck it, on my menace shit
Start the beef, I'll finish it
F*cking on that thot, she sucked my dick and then admitted it
This ain't new i been the shit
Set the D, we sending blitz
Pull up on his block like it's a top cuz we be spinning shit
Used to say lil shawty was yo wife and she ain't cuffable
I'll test it out, might take her to the crib cuz shawty f*ckabke
Play me bout my money, i get bills, im not a huxtable
Say just what i want to in my songs cuz im untouchable
Opp party like Doe Boy
F*ck it, i get dough boy
Pissed ab some rumors, might just f*ck up on yo hoe boy
Burnt the gang, they mad at you
Shawty got an attitude
Bust the cable out his TV box cuz we got static too
One Bitch
Two Bitch
Three Bitch
Four Bitch
I can't even cuff that lil thot, she on that whore shit
One thot
Two thot
No thot
New thot
We gon leave him sick, this choppa coming like a flu shot
Push his top convertible
Pussy I ain't heard of you
Got nothing but killers in the group so this the Murda crew
Money team I get bands
Looking like a hit man
We gon shoot that boy up in his leg, he hit the crip dance
No this ain't no music for my fans, this is one for me
Crazy think I'm popping out alone cuz we a hunnid deep
I don't have to shoot a gun at all, I just be punching tee's
Prince shit, I know that I'm the man cuz no one's touching me
On god
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Heard they said NPeezy soft, f*ck it boy I hate that
All that talking shit up on the net won't bring yo gang back
Heard them boys try put me in the beef like I ain't say that
F*ck it, smoking quay pack
He in the blunt, we laced that
Pass it to the shooters on the side and watch em face that
FN's and 223's might hit em, push his brain back
F*ck if he try spray it on the block, my shooters spray back
Someone take his gun away, i promise he won't spray that
F*ck it, on my menace shit
Start the beef, I'll finish it
F*cking on that thot, she sucked my dick and then admitted it
This ain't new i been the shit
Set the D, we sending blitz
Pull up on his block like it's a top cuz we be spinning shit
Used to say lil shawty was yo wife and she ain't cuffable
I'll test it out, might take her to the crib cuz shawty f*ckabke
Play me bout my money, i get bills, im not a huxtable
Say just what i want to in my songs cuz im untouchable
Opp party like Doe Boy
F*ck it, i get dough boy
Pissed ab some rumors, might just f*ck up on yo hoe boy
Burnt the gang, they mad at you
Shawty got an attitude
Bust the cable out his TV box cuz we got static too
One Bitch
Two Bitch
Three Bitch
Four Bitch
I can't even cuff that lil thot, she on that whore shit
One thot
Two thot
No thot
New thot
We gon leave him sick, this choppa coming like a flu shot
Push his top convertible
Pussy I ain't heard of you
Got nothing but killers in the group so this the Murda crew
Money team I get bands
Looking like a hit man
We gon shoot that boy up in his leg, he hit the crip dance
No this ain't no music for my fans, this is one for me
Crazy think I'm popping out alone cuz we a hunnid deep
I don't have to shoot a gun at all, I just be punching tee's
Prince shit, I know that I'm the man cuz no one's touching me
On god
All that talking shit up on the net won't bring yo gang back
Heard them boys try put me in the beef like I ain't say that
F*ck it, smoking quay pack
He in the blunt, we laced that
Pass it to the shooters on the side and watch em face that
FN's and 223's might hit em, push his brain back
F*ck if he try spray it on the block, my shooters spray back
Someone take his gun away, i promise he won't spray that
F*ck it, on my menace shit
Start the beef, I'll finish it
F*cking on that thot, she sucked my dick and then admitted it
This ain't new i been the shit
Set the D, we sending blitz
Pull up on his block like it's a top cuz we be spinning shit
Used to say lil shawty was yo wife and she ain't cuffable
I'll test it out, might take her to the crib cuz shawty f*ckabke
Play me bout my money, i get bills, im not a huxtable
Say just what i want to in my songs cuz im untouchable
Opp party like Doe Boy
F*ck it, i get dough boy
Pissed ab some rumors, might just f*ck up on yo hoe boy
Burnt the gang, they mad at you
Shawty got an attitude
Bust the cable out his TV box cuz we got static too
One Bitch
Two Bitch
Three Bitch
Four Bitch
I can't even cuff that lil thot, she on that whore shit
One thot
Two thot
No thot
New thot
We gon leave him sick, this choppa coming like a flu shot
Push his top convertible
Pussy I ain't heard of you
Got nothing but killers in the group so this the Murda crew
Money team I get bands
Looking like a hit man
We gon shoot that boy up in his leg, he hit the crip dance
No this ain't no music for my fans, this is one for me
Crazy think I'm popping out alone cuz we a hunnid deep
I don't have to shoot a gun at all, I just be punching tee's
Prince shit, I know that I'm the man cuz no one's touching me
On god
Writer: Noah Perez
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid