Broke niggas talkin' like, what the f*ck y'all niggas talkin' about
Bottles after bottles and y'all wondering why yall blackin' out
Ten toes down, ain't no nigga gonna stomp me out
Heard you talkin' poo, let me, have my niggas cut you down
Bitches callin' me daddy, they always drop the addy
I don't have to say nothin', they ready, gettin' to clappin
Yeah, my nigga always steppin', he my brother, never resting
He let off one, two, three, four shots, man, he pushed his chest in
Movin' shit in Seattle, just to put food on somebody else's plate
I was gettin' shot at, y'all niggas didn't say a thing
Gave you all my money, how y'all niggas gonna call me fake
Real cloudy day with a zero chance to rain
Fat ass wood goin' straight to my brain
Really on this rappin' shit, yeah, I really own this shit
I don't even talk too much, and y'all niggas know my name
Brody tryna fight me, no hands on him, that's child abuse
If a nigga try to step on me, turn to Wayne Perry
Dumb nigga walkin' up, chest out, lookin' like Popeye
Never step down to nobody, never apply that pressure
Ooh, I'm makin' money, don't ask me how I make it
Nigga cryin' cause you shawty, what the f*ck
It's that DMB shit, we don't cry, bout no bitch
Yeah, we rock you nigga shit, we don't need no stick
Yeah, ooh, y'all niggas bummy me, talkin' all that shit
On the hood, y'all niggas funny, I know a nigga who get you runnin
A nigga who got two, light your shit, change the mood
Yeah, that's what he do
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Broke niggas talkin' like, what the f*ck y'all niggas talkin' about
Bottles after bottles and y'all wondering why yall blackin' out
Ten toes down, ain't no nigga gonna stomp me out
Heard you talkin' poo, let me, have my niggas cut you down
Bitches callin' me daddy, they always drop the addy
I don't have to say nothin', they ready, gettin' to clappin
Yeah, my nigga always steppin', he my brother, never resting
He let off one, two, three, four shots, man, he pushed his chest in
Movin' shit in Seattle, just to put food on somebody else's plate
I was gettin' shot at, y'all niggas didn't say a thing
Gave you all my money, how y'all niggas gonna call me fake
Real cloudy day with a zero chance to rain
Fat ass wood goin' straight to my brain
Really on this rappin' shit, yeah, I really own this shit
I don't even talk too much, and y'all niggas know my name
Brody tryna fight me, no hands on him, that's child abuse
If a nigga try to step on me, turn to Wayne Perry
Dumb nigga walkin' up, chest out, lookin' like Popeye
Never step down to nobody, never apply that pressure
Ooh, I'm makin' money, don't ask me how I make it
Nigga cryin' cause you shawty, what the f*ck
It's that DMB shit, we don't cry, bout no bitch
Yeah, we rock you nigga shit, we don't need no stick
Yeah, ooh, y'all niggas bummy me, talkin' all that shit
On the hood, y'all niggas funny, I know a nigga who get you runnin
A nigga who got two, light your shit, change the mood
Yeah, that's what he do
Bottles after bottles and y'all wondering why yall blackin' out
Ten toes down, ain't no nigga gonna stomp me out
Heard you talkin' poo, let me, have my niggas cut you down
Bitches callin' me daddy, they always drop the addy
I don't have to say nothin', they ready, gettin' to clappin
Yeah, my nigga always steppin', he my brother, never resting
He let off one, two, three, four shots, man, he pushed his chest in
Movin' shit in Seattle, just to put food on somebody else's plate
I was gettin' shot at, y'all niggas didn't say a thing
Gave you all my money, how y'all niggas gonna call me fake
Real cloudy day with a zero chance to rain
Fat ass wood goin' straight to my brain
Really on this rappin' shit, yeah, I really own this shit
I don't even talk too much, and y'all niggas know my name
Brody tryna fight me, no hands on him, that's child abuse
If a nigga try to step on me, turn to Wayne Perry
Dumb nigga walkin' up, chest out, lookin' like Popeye
Never step down to nobody, never apply that pressure
Ooh, I'm makin' money, don't ask me how I make it
Nigga cryin' cause you shawty, what the f*ck
It's that DMB shit, we don't cry, bout no bitch
Yeah, we rock you nigga shit, we don't need no stick
Yeah, ooh, y'all niggas bummy me, talkin' all that shit
On the hood, y'all niggas funny, I know a nigga who get you runnin
A nigga who got two, light your shit, change the mood
Yeah, that's what he do
Writer: Jordan Reed
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