And I do this shit with ease
I had been cut off the bitch, the bitch think she one up on me
Ten milli & five, five, six, it used to be the two, two, three
And you knowin when we spin, we leave a witness on the street
And this shit about some racks
Once that shit get took a nigga finish, he can't get it back
20 racks, cash, ain't shit, spent it on a scat
Ain't gotta spend a penny, call up seven, he gon' tap a hat
Head tap, head tap, tryna push his face into the back
I send my twin up in the bank, he tap and walk out with a bag
Gotta watch like what I say up on this track, cause I be
Gotta watch like what I say up on this track, cause I live what I rap
Hop up in the booth and speak facts even when I'm talking shit
I can't take that nigga on the skit, he flinchin' on a hit
I ain't into talking, nigga playing, I'm a tap his lid
Zoe gang running off a rack,
Zoe gang running off with racks, don't pay a nigga shit
Trippin' bout a bitch, I'm tryna stack this shit to God's chin
Spinning S-R-T, ain't in no motherf*cking Benz
Nigga hella buff, but he ain't tougher than no f*cking gen
That's the f*cking switch, put it on two six
Playing get sent to the moon, sippin juice ain't popping blues
Hit his face up, not his shoes, real life ain't no f*cking toons
Swing the chopper like a tool, swing the chopper like a broom
Leave a nigga chalked out, huh, ain't gotta pop it
Post a dub up on the gram, turn to the trending topic
Started off with Smith & Wesson, ended with a chopstick
Niggas telling on me cause I walk down & pop shit
Do the rap shit for fun, penny pitching for the funds
Heard these niggas sharing guns, mama told me I'm the one
Mama told me I'm the one, told her I don't wanna run no more
And these niggas rat, Geronimo
Totin on the a-ass Drake, Toronto
If we do a play, I need the cake, pronto
I don't smoke, niggas, but he can smoke like a fronto
Huh, used to be swishers, send a diss, leave a missin
Might as well, just pick his casket, I ain't worried about his misses
Choppa pushem like a basket, hit a nigga w the ffff
Now he past tense
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And I do this shit with ease
I had been cut off the bitch, the bitch think she one up on me
Ten milli & five, five, six, it used to be the two, two, three
And you knowin when we spin, we leave a witness on the street
And this shit about some racks
Once that shit get took a nigga finish, he can't get it back
20 racks, cash, ain't shit, spent it on a scat
Ain't gotta spend a penny, call up seven, he gon' tap a hat
Head tap, head tap, tryna push his face into the back
I send my twin up in the bank, he tap and walk out with a bag
Gotta watch like what I say up on this track, cause I be
Gotta watch like what I say up on this track, cause I live what I rap
Hop up in the booth and speak facts even when I'm talking shit
I can't take that nigga on the skit, he flinchin' on a hit
I ain't into talking, nigga playing, I'm a tap his lid
Zoe gang running off a rack,
Zoe gang running off with racks, don't pay a nigga shit
Trippin' bout a bitch, I'm tryna stack this shit to God's chin
Spinning S-R-T, ain't in no motherf*cking Benz
Nigga hella buff, but he ain't tougher than no f*cking gen
That's the f*cking switch, put it on two six
Playing get sent to the moon, sippin juice ain't popping blues
Hit his face up, not his shoes, real life ain't no f*cking toons
Swing the chopper like a tool, swing the chopper like a broom
Leave a nigga chalked out, huh, ain't gotta pop it
Post a dub up on the gram, turn to the trending topic
Started off with Smith & Wesson, ended with a chopstick
Niggas telling on me cause I walk down & pop shit
Do the rap shit for fun, penny pitching for the funds
Heard these niggas sharing guns, mama told me I'm the one
Mama told me I'm the one, told her I don't wanna run no more
And these niggas rat, Geronimo
Totin on the a-ass Drake, Toronto
If we do a play, I need the cake, pronto
I don't smoke, niggas, but he can smoke like a fronto
Huh, used to be swishers, send a diss, leave a missin
Might as well, just pick his casket, I ain't worried about his misses
Choppa pushem like a basket, hit a nigga w the ffff
Now he past tense
I had been cut off the bitch, the bitch think she one up on me
Ten milli & five, five, six, it used to be the two, two, three
And you knowin when we spin, we leave a witness on the street
And this shit about some racks
Once that shit get took a nigga finish, he can't get it back
20 racks, cash, ain't shit, spent it on a scat
Ain't gotta spend a penny, call up seven, he gon' tap a hat
Head tap, head tap, tryna push his face into the back
I send my twin up in the bank, he tap and walk out with a bag
Gotta watch like what I say up on this track, cause I be
Gotta watch like what I say up on this track, cause I live what I rap
Hop up in the booth and speak facts even when I'm talking shit
I can't take that nigga on the skit, he flinchin' on a hit
I ain't into talking, nigga playing, I'm a tap his lid
Zoe gang running off a rack,
Zoe gang running off with racks, don't pay a nigga shit
Trippin' bout a bitch, I'm tryna stack this shit to God's chin
Spinning S-R-T, ain't in no motherf*cking Benz
Nigga hella buff, but he ain't tougher than no f*cking gen
That's the f*cking switch, put it on two six
Playing get sent to the moon, sippin juice ain't popping blues
Hit his face up, not his shoes, real life ain't no f*cking toons
Swing the chopper like a tool, swing the chopper like a broom
Leave a nigga chalked out, huh, ain't gotta pop it
Post a dub up on the gram, turn to the trending topic
Started off with Smith & Wesson, ended with a chopstick
Niggas telling on me cause I walk down & pop shit
Do the rap shit for fun, penny pitching for the funds
Heard these niggas sharing guns, mama told me I'm the one
Mama told me I'm the one, told her I don't wanna run no more
And these niggas rat, Geronimo
Totin on the a-ass Drake, Toronto
If we do a play, I need the cake, pronto
I don't smoke, niggas, but he can smoke like a fronto
Huh, used to be swishers, send a diss, leave a missin
Might as well, just pick his casket, I ain't worried about his misses
Choppa pushem like a basket, hit a nigga w the ffff
Now he past tense
Writer: Stiff Est
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