Aye my brother Back in jail, how the hell?
She say she want Gucci she want Louis and Chanel
Roll me up a blunt my granny like "aye what's that smell"
Ion even smoke so how the hell, how the hell (yea)
And you know we out in traffic
Ain't ducking action
Thought you had some tea on me, lil boy you drinking cat piss
When I drop they going crazy, give em captions
She ate the whole gang and when she done we gave her napkins
Bro just wiped his nose pick him up he need a napkin
He ain't step on LSG so why he cappin?
I know she a hoe tryna fake like she ain't active
Bought a light and camera he not bout that action
Tell me who you know do it like this we be snapping
If it's bout a hoe and my bro he can have it
He put on a show now he dead that shit tragic
Got something up my sleeve pull it out that shit magic
If you leave yo man , be with me just imagine
And he do this shit for fun it's not his passion
Think that she all that but on God I'm gon pass it
Brodie sipping mud on the wheel he might crash it
She might think I care but on God I'm not crashing
He not smacking heads got no gs what he stashing ?
She done f*cked the bros tell me why you keep on bragging ?
Got a secret code kick him out left him lagging
I be cracking G's how you think my phone ring?
Ion need no team I can do my own thing
20-20 bands bussing out the jeans that's why she on me
Aye come and get yo friend, middle of the party she threw it on me
This nigga f*cked my ex now this nigga moving like we opps?
I'm getting bands Ian gotta say it aye just watch
Oh you ain't heard it yet? Aye I'm getting a whole lot of guap
She gon throw it with no hands and on my mama she don't stop
Yea
How the hell nigga
Aye my brother back in jail how the hell nigga (with no hands she don't stop)
Aye my brother back in jail how the hell nigga (with no hands she don't stop)
Aye my brother back in jail how the hell nigga (with no hands she don't stop)
Aye my brother back in jail how the hell nigga (with no hands she don't stop)
Aye my brother back in jail how the hell nigga (with no hands she don't stop)
Aye these folks- these folks gotta got damn hear this shit, no cap
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Aye my brother Back in jail, how the hell?
She say she want Gucci she want Louis and Chanel
Roll me up a blunt my granny like "aye what's that smell"
Ion even smoke so how the hell, how the hell (yea)
And you know we out in traffic
Ain't ducking action
Thought you had some tea on me, lil boy you drinking cat piss
When I drop they going crazy, give em captions
She ate the whole gang and when she done we gave her napkins
Bro just wiped his nose pick him up he need a napkin
He ain't step on LSG so why he cappin?
I know she a hoe tryna fake like she ain't active
Bought a light and camera he not bout that action
Tell me who you know do it like this we be snapping
If it's bout a hoe and my bro he can have it
He put on a show now he dead that shit tragic
Got something up my sleeve pull it out that shit magic
If you leave yo man , be with me just imagine
And he do this shit for fun it's not his passion
Think that she all that but on God I'm gon pass it
Brodie sipping mud on the wheel he might crash it
She might think I care but on God I'm not crashing
He not smacking heads got no gs what he stashing ?
She done f*cked the bros tell me why you keep on bragging ?
Got a secret code kick him out left him lagging
I be cracking G's how you think my phone ring?
Ion need no team I can do my own thing
20-20 bands bussing out the jeans that's why she on me
Aye come and get yo friend, middle of the party she threw it on me
This nigga f*cked my ex now this nigga moving like we opps?
I'm getting bands Ian gotta say it aye just watch
Oh you ain't heard it yet? Aye I'm getting a whole lot of guap
She gon throw it with no hands and on my mama she don't stop
Yea
How the hell nigga
Aye my brother back in jail how the hell nigga (with no hands she don't stop)
Aye my brother back in jail how the hell nigga (with no hands she don't stop)
Aye my brother back in jail how the hell nigga (with no hands she don't stop)
Aye my brother back in jail how the hell nigga (with no hands she don't stop)
Aye my brother back in jail how the hell nigga (with no hands she don't stop)
Aye these folks- these folks gotta got damn hear this shit, no cap
She say she want Gucci she want Louis and Chanel
Roll me up a blunt my granny like "aye what's that smell"
Ion even smoke so how the hell, how the hell (yea)
And you know we out in traffic
Ain't ducking action
Thought you had some tea on me, lil boy you drinking cat piss
When I drop they going crazy, give em captions
She ate the whole gang and when she done we gave her napkins
Bro just wiped his nose pick him up he need a napkin
He ain't step on LSG so why he cappin?
I know she a hoe tryna fake like she ain't active
Bought a light and camera he not bout that action
Tell me who you know do it like this we be snapping
If it's bout a hoe and my bro he can have it
He put on a show now he dead that shit tragic
Got something up my sleeve pull it out that shit magic
If you leave yo man , be with me just imagine
And he do this shit for fun it's not his passion
Think that she all that but on God I'm gon pass it
Brodie sipping mud on the wheel he might crash it
She might think I care but on God I'm not crashing
He not smacking heads got no gs what he stashing ?
She done f*cked the bros tell me why you keep on bragging ?
Got a secret code kick him out left him lagging
I be cracking G's how you think my phone ring?
Ion need no team I can do my own thing
20-20 bands bussing out the jeans that's why she on me
Aye come and get yo friend, middle of the party she threw it on me
This nigga f*cked my ex now this nigga moving like we opps?
I'm getting bands Ian gotta say it aye just watch
Oh you ain't heard it yet? Aye I'm getting a whole lot of guap
She gon throw it with no hands and on my mama she don't stop
Yea
How the hell nigga
Aye my brother back in jail how the hell nigga (with no hands she don't stop)
Aye my brother back in jail how the hell nigga (with no hands she don't stop)
Aye my brother back in jail how the hell nigga (with no hands she don't stop)
Aye my brother back in jail how the hell nigga (with no hands she don't stop)
Aye my brother back in jail how the hell nigga (with no hands she don't stop)
Aye these folks- these folks gotta got damn hear this shit, no cap
Writer: Chubb Nuddy
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