Man, I think niggas must've forgot or something, like
It be the same niggas u used to call your brother
You'll do anything for
Nigga, kno, you ain't pussy
He roun his new partners acting like you a hoe or something, like
That shit crazy
I'ma let that be do, let that marinate
You know how I get down
Man, let that shit soak
Yea, yea, yea, yea
Bitch, I be quick to check a bitch
Ain't gotta ask me if I'm steppin' bout it
Oh you got back for your sis, bitch, why you lyin'
Cause I ain't hear about it
Yeah my partner died, but I been slideing for real
I'm tryna catch a body
That lil boy wasn't heads up
That boy a bitch, he had to slime me out it
I get off them pills and do a drill
Or I could do it sober
Tell law to suck my dick, they get behind
Bitch, I ain't pullin' over
I catch you with that bitch, ain't spareing' shit
I'm finna f*ck you over
Stop speakin' on my gang, you know what's up
Bitch, we the real soldiers
Yah bitch, you know wassam with me
Hop out with the drac and break the branches
Off your family tree
L**** pin where you at
We right here posted where you post to be
Man, these niggas ain't no threats
I'm like, the f*ck these niggas posed to be
These bitches them claiming they want smoke With me
Man, these niggas not my opp
J3 be buckin' on the gram
He wasnt on shit when he got shot
Bitch, all you did was make a spam
And act like you was on a block
How the f*ck you posted up outside
Lil' bitch and you ain't got your glock
You must ain't heard we let it pop
You must ain't heard we sendin' shots
Yeah, glizzy, watch that car
Still staying dangerous on anything
That swing we put shit up in park
They know wassam when we hop out that Bing
We tryna up and spark
Don't hit my gram about no murder
Bitch, you know we at war
I play the rearview up in traffic
I still be clutchin' on my ratchet
Look, all these niggas be my sons
Im spanking ass like I'm a daddy
I still be jackin' niggas' guns
Bitch, I'm a taker, gotta have it
He a flonky, bet I face him when I hop out
I'ma blast it, nigga
Yeah, ayy
This That T-Gang shit, nigga
Nigga know we trappin' hard
Rappin' hard
Smackin' hard
F*ck the opp, nigga
Got on y'all beat and
Smush y'all shit
No rappin' ass nigga
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Man, I think niggas must've forgot or something, like
It be the same niggas u used to call your brother
You'll do anything for
Nigga, kno, you ain't pussy
He roun his new partners acting like you a hoe or something, like
That shit crazy
I'ma let that be do, let that marinate
You know how I get down
Man, let that shit soak
Yea, yea, yea, yea
Bitch, I be quick to check a bitch
Ain't gotta ask me if I'm steppin' bout it
Oh you got back for your sis, bitch, why you lyin'
Cause I ain't hear about it
Yeah my partner died, but I been slideing for real
I'm tryna catch a body
That lil boy wasn't heads up
That boy a bitch, he had to slime me out it
I get off them pills and do a drill
Or I could do it sober
Tell law to suck my dick, they get behind
Bitch, I ain't pullin' over
I catch you with that bitch, ain't spareing' shit
I'm finna f*ck you over
Stop speakin' on my gang, you know what's up
Bitch, we the real soldiers
Yah bitch, you know wassam with me
Hop out with the drac and break the branches
Off your family tree
L**** pin where you at
We right here posted where you post to be
Man, these niggas ain't no threats
I'm like, the f*ck these niggas posed to be
These bitches them claiming they want smoke With me
Man, these niggas not my opp
J3 be buckin' on the gram
He wasnt on shit when he got shot
Bitch, all you did was make a spam
And act like you was on a block
How the f*ck you posted up outside
Lil' bitch and you ain't got your glock
You must ain't heard we let it pop
You must ain't heard we sendin' shots
Yeah, glizzy, watch that car
Still staying dangerous on anything
That swing we put shit up in park
They know wassam when we hop out that Bing
We tryna up and spark
Don't hit my gram about no murder
Bitch, you know we at war
I play the rearview up in traffic
I still be clutchin' on my ratchet
Look, all these niggas be my sons
Im spanking ass like I'm a daddy
I still be jackin' niggas' guns
Bitch, I'm a taker, gotta have it
He a flonky, bet I face him when I hop out
I'ma blast it, nigga
Yeah, ayy
This That T-Gang shit, nigga
Nigga know we trappin' hard
Rappin' hard
Smackin' hard
F*ck the opp, nigga
Got on y'all beat and
Smush y'all shit
No rappin' ass nigga
It be the same niggas u used to call your brother
You'll do anything for
Nigga, kno, you ain't pussy
He roun his new partners acting like you a hoe or something, like
That shit crazy
I'ma let that be do, let that marinate
You know how I get down
Man, let that shit soak
Yea, yea, yea, yea
Bitch, I be quick to check a bitch
Ain't gotta ask me if I'm steppin' bout it
Oh you got back for your sis, bitch, why you lyin'
Cause I ain't hear about it
Yeah my partner died, but I been slideing for real
I'm tryna catch a body
That lil boy wasn't heads up
That boy a bitch, he had to slime me out it
I get off them pills and do a drill
Or I could do it sober
Tell law to suck my dick, they get behind
Bitch, I ain't pullin' over
I catch you with that bitch, ain't spareing' shit
I'm finna f*ck you over
Stop speakin' on my gang, you know what's up
Bitch, we the real soldiers
Yah bitch, you know wassam with me
Hop out with the drac and break the branches
Off your family tree
L**** pin where you at
We right here posted where you post to be
Man, these niggas ain't no threats
I'm like, the f*ck these niggas posed to be
These bitches them claiming they want smoke With me
Man, these niggas not my opp
J3 be buckin' on the gram
He wasnt on shit when he got shot
Bitch, all you did was make a spam
And act like you was on a block
How the f*ck you posted up outside
Lil' bitch and you ain't got your glock
You must ain't heard we let it pop
You must ain't heard we sendin' shots
Yeah, glizzy, watch that car
Still staying dangerous on anything
That swing we put shit up in park
They know wassam when we hop out that Bing
We tryna up and spark
Don't hit my gram about no murder
Bitch, you know we at war
I play the rearview up in traffic
I still be clutchin' on my ratchet
Look, all these niggas be my sons
Im spanking ass like I'm a daddy
I still be jackin' niggas' guns
Bitch, I'm a taker, gotta have it
He a flonky, bet I face him when I hop out
I'ma blast it, nigga
Yeah, ayy
This That T-Gang shit, nigga
Nigga know we trappin' hard
Rappin' hard
Smackin' hard
F*ck the opp, nigga
Got on y'all beat and
Smush y'all shit
No rappin' ass nigga
Writer: DAVID HALL
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