Boy, come on
Choppa wit a drum, a shell catcher and a cooling kit
Tryna catch a hat, I don't care who you boolin' wit
My young dawg wild as hell, turnt into a pit
And you niggas lost the play, I know you niggas sick
Ridin' through your hood, and you know what I did
I don't take rap serious, that's why I don't got no vid
And your mans was dissing, now he rest in piss
And you can't rap or bang, so I even drop a diss
Rollin with my brother in that whip, you can't see in it
Cruisin' down the Dex in that whip, it's a ten on it
Tell my twin, come and slide and put ten on it
Niggas tryna beef, but they ain't makin' no money about it
All that rap cap you be doin', it got your hoe pounded
You gotta go in the middle, ain't no gettin' no around me
I peep the signs early, you gotta get from round me
Titty on the blick, you get hit with Tommy
556, hit you like a Mack truck, it was Big Bertha
And I'm always in them bushes, nigga, you know that I'm lurkin
Talkin' to me crazy, how you down bad on your worst day
Pulled up to your girl, Crib she let me do it on a Thursday
And I know you sick in the head, you like, no way
But that's what happens when you with him, makin' no pape
And he don't got no rank, cuz got the best bud in the city from House of Dank
Chillin' in the bando, and it smell like some paint
Shorty see me in Juu, she like pape, and she fainted
Oh, lil' Shorty a groupie, she said she tryna make a movie
I'm like, no, we can't do it, cuz it's pape, my mind
And I'm focused, gettin' to it
And me and her don't match, baby girl, we ain't congruent
Alright, let me put my men's on
Told Shorty, I'm pullin' up in ten, put your clothes on
You ain't in no gang, twisted fingers, put them foes down
Me and my mans in the whip, supplying the whole town
I ain't talkin' drugs, I'm really talkin' pieces
He was talkin' crazy on the net, now he see Jesus
From the bottom, now we up, they ain't even believe us
Told niggas, shut it up, and they better believe it
Choppa with a drum, a shellcatcher, and a cooling kit
Tryna catch a hat, I don't care who you boolin' wit
My young dog wild as hell, turned into a pit
And you niggas lost the play, I know you niggas see
Nigga, come on, boy
Yeah, uh-huh
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Boy, come on
Choppa wit a drum, a shell catcher and a cooling kit
Tryna catch a hat, I don't care who you boolin' wit
My young dawg wild as hell, turnt into a pit
And you niggas lost the play, I know you niggas sick
Ridin' through your hood, and you know what I did
I don't take rap serious, that's why I don't got no vid
And your mans was dissing, now he rest in piss
And you can't rap or bang, so I even drop a diss
Rollin with my brother in that whip, you can't see in it
Cruisin' down the Dex in that whip, it's a ten on it
Tell my twin, come and slide and put ten on it
Niggas tryna beef, but they ain't makin' no money about it
All that rap cap you be doin', it got your hoe pounded
You gotta go in the middle, ain't no gettin' no around me
I peep the signs early, you gotta get from round me
Titty on the blick, you get hit with Tommy
556, hit you like a Mack truck, it was Big Bertha
And I'm always in them bushes, nigga, you know that I'm lurkin
Talkin' to me crazy, how you down bad on your worst day
Pulled up to your girl, Crib she let me do it on a Thursday
And I know you sick in the head, you like, no way
But that's what happens when you with him, makin' no pape
And he don't got no rank, cuz got the best bud in the city from House of Dank
Chillin' in the bando, and it smell like some paint
Shorty see me in Juu, she like pape, and she fainted
Oh, lil' Shorty a groupie, she said she tryna make a movie
I'm like, no, we can't do it, cuz it's pape, my mind
And I'm focused, gettin' to it
And me and her don't match, baby girl, we ain't congruent
Alright, let me put my men's on
Told Shorty, I'm pullin' up in ten, put your clothes on
You ain't in no gang, twisted fingers, put them foes down
Me and my mans in the whip, supplying the whole town
I ain't talkin' drugs, I'm really talkin' pieces
He was talkin' crazy on the net, now he see Jesus
From the bottom, now we up, they ain't even believe us
Told niggas, shut it up, and they better believe it
Choppa with a drum, a shellcatcher, and a cooling kit
Tryna catch a hat, I don't care who you boolin' wit
My young dog wild as hell, turned into a pit
And you niggas lost the play, I know you niggas see
Nigga, come on, boy
Yeah, uh-huh
Choppa wit a drum, a shell catcher and a cooling kit
Tryna catch a hat, I don't care who you boolin' wit
My young dawg wild as hell, turnt into a pit
And you niggas lost the play, I know you niggas sick
Ridin' through your hood, and you know what I did
I don't take rap serious, that's why I don't got no vid
And your mans was dissing, now he rest in piss
And you can't rap or bang, so I even drop a diss
Rollin with my brother in that whip, you can't see in it
Cruisin' down the Dex in that whip, it's a ten on it
Tell my twin, come and slide and put ten on it
Niggas tryna beef, but they ain't makin' no money about it
All that rap cap you be doin', it got your hoe pounded
You gotta go in the middle, ain't no gettin' no around me
I peep the signs early, you gotta get from round me
Titty on the blick, you get hit with Tommy
556, hit you like a Mack truck, it was Big Bertha
And I'm always in them bushes, nigga, you know that I'm lurkin
Talkin' to me crazy, how you down bad on your worst day
Pulled up to your girl, Crib she let me do it on a Thursday
And I know you sick in the head, you like, no way
But that's what happens when you with him, makin' no pape
And he don't got no rank, cuz got the best bud in the city from House of Dank
Chillin' in the bando, and it smell like some paint
Shorty see me in Juu, she like pape, and she fainted
Oh, lil' Shorty a groupie, she said she tryna make a movie
I'm like, no, we can't do it, cuz it's pape, my mind
And I'm focused, gettin' to it
And me and her don't match, baby girl, we ain't congruent
Alright, let me put my men's on
Told Shorty, I'm pullin' up in ten, put your clothes on
You ain't in no gang, twisted fingers, put them foes down
Me and my mans in the whip, supplying the whole town
I ain't talkin' drugs, I'm really talkin' pieces
He was talkin' crazy on the net, now he see Jesus
From the bottom, now we up, they ain't even believe us
Told niggas, shut it up, and they better believe it
Choppa with a drum, a shellcatcher, and a cooling kit
Tryna catch a hat, I don't care who you boolin' wit
My young dog wild as hell, turned into a pit
And you niggas lost the play, I know you niggas see
Nigga, come on, boy
Yeah, uh-huh
Writer: Alexander Smith
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