Yellow tape decorating your block my nigga
Its an early holiday
I stay on the phone with the plug
I'm bagging and move all the shit
Out the holidays
I stay in the hood
Shit aint never
Been sweet I been stop praying
For better days
But now I got
Hunna bands my pocket
730 taking off like a rocket
Stay in my bag I stay in my birkin
Cant f*ck with niggaz
They making me nervous
You in my hood than you know you in danger
40 on me nigga this ain't no taser
Wrist cold better go get a blanket
Vvs yellow stone on my necklace
No talking all my shooters reckless
No talking ima pull out the mac 10
You in my hood than you know
You in danger, 40 on me nigga this aint no taser
Play with the work
I Trap out the basement
Play with bitches
I Got a lot in my boxers
No talking you aint pussy
Than show me
Eye close ain't no missing the target
I made this shooting shit a hobby
I slide on the ops
In the yellow bus
Rls media
Yeah you know is us
I keep me a gun
With a yellow pack m&m
If you be ova there
Than you one of em
Ima remix your block
With 2 of em
Ima leave all the driving
To bro and em
I get high so I throback like
3 of em
30 clip hanging out of my etika
They debating on me
But I dont a f*ck you run up
I swear air it out
Ain't no innocent where im from
Cemetery is full government throwing bodies out
Niggaz is lock in the county
For double count murder
Waiting for their sentence no bailing out
You got a visa then dm my gram
Ima show you some magic
And max it out
Yellow tape decorating your block my nigga
Its an early holiday
I stay on the phone with the plug
I'm bagging and move all the shit
Out the holidays
I stay in the hood
Shit aint never
Been sweet I been stop praying
For better days
But now I got
Hunna bands my pocket
730 taking off like a rocket
Stay in my bag I stay in my birkin
Cant f*ck with niggaz
They making me nervous
You in my hood than you know you in danger
40 on me nigga this ain't no taser
Wrist cold better go get a blanket
Vvs yellow stone on my necklace
No talking all my shooters reckless
No talking ima pull out the mac 10
Pull up jump out no gun you a bitch
If I already lose my mind nigga then you know
I'm losing it
What you got a gun for
Nigga you ain't even never going to shoot the shit
My lil nigga call me from the youth
Saying damn im getting use to this
Like he don't got shit to lose trial up
F*ck it he don't care if he lose the shit
Told lil bro "coolout"
Not what they know
They gotta prove the shit
Stuck with the hooligans
You say that you was gone do what to who again?
Do it than when you get hit with shit
You ain't gone be able to move again
Move again
That shit keep f*cking you up on some stupid shit
Gun super dirty still using it
I only hang with a handful of homies
So foreigns I'm couple of couping it
In a family with the glizzy connect
So right now im waiting on bazooka shit
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Yellow tape decorating your block my nigga
Its an early holiday
I stay on the phone with the plug
I'm bagging and move all the shit
Out the holidays
I stay in the hood
Shit aint never
Been sweet I been stop praying
For better days
But now I got
Hunna bands my pocket
730 taking off like a rocket
Stay in my bag I stay in my birkin
Cant f*ck with niggaz
They making me nervous
You in my hood than you know you in danger
40 on me nigga this ain't no taser
Wrist cold better go get a blanket
Vvs yellow stone on my necklace
No talking all my shooters reckless
No talking ima pull out the mac 10
You in my hood than you know
You in danger, 40 on me nigga this aint no taser
Play with the work
I Trap out the basement
Play with bitches
I Got a lot in my boxers
No talking you aint pussy
Than show me
Eye close ain't no missing the target
I made this shooting shit a hobby
I slide on the ops
In the yellow bus
Rls media
Yeah you know is us
I keep me a gun
With a yellow pack m&m
If you be ova there
Than you one of em
Ima remix your block
With 2 of em
Ima leave all the driving
To bro and em
I get high so I throback like
3 of em
30 clip hanging out of my etika
They debating on me
But I dont a f*ck you run up
I swear air it out
Ain't no innocent where im from
Cemetery is full government throwing bodies out
Niggaz is lock in the county
For double count murder
Waiting for their sentence no bailing out
You got a visa then dm my gram
Ima show you some magic
And max it out
Yellow tape decorating your block my nigga
Its an early holiday
I stay on the phone with the plug
I'm bagging and move all the shit
Out the holidays
I stay in the hood
Shit aint never
Been sweet I been stop praying
For better days
But now I got
Hunna bands my pocket
730 taking off like a rocket
Stay in my bag I stay in my birkin
Cant f*ck with niggaz
They making me nervous
You in my hood than you know you in danger
40 on me nigga this ain't no taser
Wrist cold better go get a blanket
Vvs yellow stone on my necklace
No talking all my shooters reckless
No talking ima pull out the mac 10
Pull up jump out no gun you a bitch
If I already lose my mind nigga then you know
I'm losing it
What you got a gun for
Nigga you ain't even never going to shoot the shit
My lil nigga call me from the youth
Saying damn im getting use to this
Like he don't got shit to lose trial up
F*ck it he don't care if he lose the shit
Told lil bro "coolout"
Not what they know
They gotta prove the shit
Stuck with the hooligans
You say that you was gone do what to who again?
Do it than when you get hit with shit
You ain't gone be able to move again
Move again
That shit keep f*cking you up on some stupid shit
Gun super dirty still using it
I only hang with a handful of homies
So foreigns I'm couple of couping it
In a family with the glizzy connect
So right now im waiting on bazooka shit
Its an early holiday
I stay on the phone with the plug
I'm bagging and move all the shit
Out the holidays
I stay in the hood
Shit aint never
Been sweet I been stop praying
For better days
But now I got
Hunna bands my pocket
730 taking off like a rocket
Stay in my bag I stay in my birkin
Cant f*ck with niggaz
They making me nervous
You in my hood than you know you in danger
40 on me nigga this ain't no taser
Wrist cold better go get a blanket
Vvs yellow stone on my necklace
No talking all my shooters reckless
No talking ima pull out the mac 10
You in my hood than you know
You in danger, 40 on me nigga this aint no taser
Play with the work
I Trap out the basement
Play with bitches
I Got a lot in my boxers
No talking you aint pussy
Than show me
Eye close ain't no missing the target
I made this shooting shit a hobby
I slide on the ops
In the yellow bus
Rls media
Yeah you know is us
I keep me a gun
With a yellow pack m&m
If you be ova there
Than you one of em
Ima remix your block
With 2 of em
Ima leave all the driving
To bro and em
I get high so I throback like
3 of em
30 clip hanging out of my etika
They debating on me
But I dont a f*ck you run up
I swear air it out
Ain't no innocent where im from
Cemetery is full government throwing bodies out
Niggaz is lock in the county
For double count murder
Waiting for their sentence no bailing out
You got a visa then dm my gram
Ima show you some magic
And max it out
Yellow tape decorating your block my nigga
Its an early holiday
I stay on the phone with the plug
I'm bagging and move all the shit
Out the holidays
I stay in the hood
Shit aint never
Been sweet I been stop praying
For better days
But now I got
Hunna bands my pocket
730 taking off like a rocket
Stay in my bag I stay in my birkin
Cant f*ck with niggaz
They making me nervous
You in my hood than you know you in danger
40 on me nigga this ain't no taser
Wrist cold better go get a blanket
Vvs yellow stone on my necklace
No talking all my shooters reckless
No talking ima pull out the mac 10
Pull up jump out no gun you a bitch
If I already lose my mind nigga then you know
I'm losing it
What you got a gun for
Nigga you ain't even never going to shoot the shit
My lil nigga call me from the youth
Saying damn im getting use to this
Like he don't got shit to lose trial up
F*ck it he don't care if he lose the shit
Told lil bro "coolout"
Not what they know
They gotta prove the shit
Stuck with the hooligans
You say that you was gone do what to who again?
Do it than when you get hit with shit
You ain't gone be able to move again
Move again
That shit keep f*cking you up on some stupid shit
Gun super dirty still using it
I only hang with a handful of homies
So foreigns I'm couple of couping it
In a family with the glizzy connect
So right now im waiting on bazooka shit
Writer: hamza salah
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid