Y'all already know who it is man f*ck around with these pussies man what's going on J
Like I said these niggas pussies boy they ain't bout shit nigga f*ck around with
These boys man
Pussy bitch
Yeah I do these drill for real tell em pull up on me I'ma show em who he is for real
Niggas straight pussy don't get f*cked by how you really feel
Pull up on me I'll lay em out I'll show em that I really kill
Aye aye
Y'all some bitch niggas whoever sent them shots at me can't shoot better get some real
Hitters
I speak bout what I'm bout it ain't no cap it ain't no in the middle is you in or out
Cause if you stay then you gone die there ain't no maybe there ain't no might
Cause they got sticks there ain't no fight
Cause if you try then you get popped
And then these bullets they get hot
And then this glock ain't gone stop
Last nigga play with me can't f*cking speak today
Don't come and you a opp and you won't even f*cking breathe today
Don't try me on no shit you won't be on your f*cking feet today
I'll put you on the map and get your own lil f*cking TV day
One foot in one foot out just don't come cause you'll be in the way
Tell em pull up on me you want sum hot? shoot him right in the face
Tell em sit in the back yeah you got B and you got Phat
There ain't no leader in our pack
Bitch we gone drill you for that sack
You spin our block we spinning back
He got them K's and I got Mac's
Boy don't get nervous boy relax
We wipe them bullets ain't no tracks nigga
Ain't no tracks you niggas pussy y'all ain't catching me
He's a bitch boy go lay down and read your A B C's
We shoot that stick boy f*ck the A B bitch you know we throwing C's
I'm the type of nigga to throw the Four in the air and then go drop the B's
Nigga don'twant no smoke with me
Type nigga pop out of your fantasy
A clown that's what he plan to be
And I heard your bitch was a fan of me
Yeah that bitch was a friend to me
Bitch turned into my enemy
Why they shit keep killing me
It's probably cause nigga ain't feeling me
Pussy ass nigga ain't having no stick
God damn how the K hopped out wit the blick
God damn CFour gon' shoot that bitch
Three lot hopped out with that flint
Please do not address me bout no bitch
Yeah that lil hoe is not my bitch
And I am not worried about that bitch
I'm just worried about getting rich
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Y'all already know who it is man f*ck around with these pussies man what's going on J
Like I said these niggas pussies boy they ain't bout shit nigga f*ck around with
These boys man
Pussy bitch
Yeah I do these drill for real tell em pull up on me I'ma show em who he is for real
Niggas straight pussy don't get f*cked by how you really feel
Pull up on me I'll lay em out I'll show em that I really kill
Aye aye
Y'all some bitch niggas whoever sent them shots at me can't shoot better get some real
Hitters
I speak bout what I'm bout it ain't no cap it ain't no in the middle is you in or out
Cause if you stay then you gone die there ain't no maybe there ain't no might
Cause they got sticks there ain't no fight
Cause if you try then you get popped
And then these bullets they get hot
And then this glock ain't gone stop
Last nigga play with me can't f*cking speak today
Don't come and you a opp and you won't even f*cking breathe today
Don't try me on no shit you won't be on your f*cking feet today
I'll put you on the map and get your own lil f*cking TV day
One foot in one foot out just don't come cause you'll be in the way
Tell em pull up on me you want sum hot? shoot him right in the face
Tell em sit in the back yeah you got B and you got Phat
There ain't no leader in our pack
Bitch we gone drill you for that sack
You spin our block we spinning back
He got them K's and I got Mac's
Boy don't get nervous boy relax
We wipe them bullets ain't no tracks nigga
Ain't no tracks you niggas pussy y'all ain't catching me
He's a bitch boy go lay down and read your A B C's
We shoot that stick boy f*ck the A B bitch you know we throwing C's
I'm the type of nigga to throw the Four in the air and then go drop the B's
Nigga don'twant no smoke with me
Type nigga pop out of your fantasy
A clown that's what he plan to be
And I heard your bitch was a fan of me
Yeah that bitch was a friend to me
Bitch turned into my enemy
Why they shit keep killing me
It's probably cause nigga ain't feeling me
Pussy ass nigga ain't having no stick
God damn how the K hopped out wit the blick
God damn CFour gon' shoot that bitch
Three lot hopped out with that flint
Please do not address me bout no bitch
Yeah that lil hoe is not my bitch
And I am not worried about that bitch
I'm just worried about getting rich
Like I said these niggas pussies boy they ain't bout shit nigga f*ck around with
These boys man
Pussy bitch
Yeah I do these drill for real tell em pull up on me I'ma show em who he is for real
Niggas straight pussy don't get f*cked by how you really feel
Pull up on me I'll lay em out I'll show em that I really kill
Aye aye
Y'all some bitch niggas whoever sent them shots at me can't shoot better get some real
Hitters
I speak bout what I'm bout it ain't no cap it ain't no in the middle is you in or out
Cause if you stay then you gone die there ain't no maybe there ain't no might
Cause they got sticks there ain't no fight
Cause if you try then you get popped
And then these bullets they get hot
And then this glock ain't gone stop
Last nigga play with me can't f*cking speak today
Don't come and you a opp and you won't even f*cking breathe today
Don't try me on no shit you won't be on your f*cking feet today
I'll put you on the map and get your own lil f*cking TV day
One foot in one foot out just don't come cause you'll be in the way
Tell em pull up on me you want sum hot? shoot him right in the face
Tell em sit in the back yeah you got B and you got Phat
There ain't no leader in our pack
Bitch we gone drill you for that sack
You spin our block we spinning back
He got them K's and I got Mac's
Boy don't get nervous boy relax
We wipe them bullets ain't no tracks nigga
Ain't no tracks you niggas pussy y'all ain't catching me
He's a bitch boy go lay down and read your A B C's
We shoot that stick boy f*ck the A B bitch you know we throwing C's
I'm the type of nigga to throw the Four in the air and then go drop the B's
Nigga don'twant no smoke with me
Type nigga pop out of your fantasy
A clown that's what he plan to be
And I heard your bitch was a fan of me
Yeah that bitch was a friend to me
Bitch turned into my enemy
Why they shit keep killing me
It's probably cause nigga ain't feeling me
Pussy ass nigga ain't having no stick
God damn how the K hopped out wit the blick
God damn CFour gon' shoot that bitch
Three lot hopped out with that flint
Please do not address me bout no bitch
Yeah that lil hoe is not my bitch
And I am not worried about that bitch
I'm just worried about getting rich
Writer: Marcus Thornton
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