Yeah, niggas ain't never on shit
Yeah, they been talkin' I'm crazy
But these niggas they some bitches
Yeah, yo brudda he ratted, that's why that nigga got stitches
I don't give a f*ck about the industry
F*ck these niggas and these bitches
Skrrt and the 3 9 duce
How many seats, nigga, I want 2
It's like 11, yeah, I'm in the stu
The grind never stop, this shit go for you
Long Live my cousin nigga you know i love you
Yeah, we skrrt around this door is bulletproof
Skrrt, bitch tired, and hit the curb
Big boy truck, yeah, this shit bigger than Big Bird
F*ck it, I got a 300 black aht
I'm drivin' a 300 black aht
She think she loyal, but she got her ass out
I was a young nigga, watchin' Bob the Builder
Nigga, they be talkin', I am not no killer
If you push me, I'ma show you who's realer
Nigga its me, oh, nigga it's me, yeah, nigga its me
He wanna talk shit, imma shoot at his teeth
My big brudda Blazzin he bangin' the B
I'm the best, so they envy me
I'm the best at it, they call me MVP
Off the woc , can't feel my face
He think he can take my bitch, cause my bitch is his taste
Damn, nigga just get out the way
Damn, huh, yeah, that bitch got a pretty face
I fell for her, but anyway, let me get back to the track
That bitch tried to run Ricky, got shot in his back
That lil' boy got rolled up, put in a pack
In the backseat with the action fye
Free T5, say it with my chest
J5 check it yeah, he creep
Yeah I be knowin cause I peep
I might trick, but you gotta be cheap
Nah I'm playin' might buy her a bag
Bitch so wet, like a Baja blast
I was just chillin up in class, like
What is my next gonna be about?
Me and my brothers on the road but we still gotta go our different route
We just gotta come back to each other and just vibe
I can call my brother right now
I bet you that nigga fried
My lil twin posted up in the 9
The other post up with fye
Don't clutch, you just might die
They gon end ya when I come around
Like, I might just boom boom this shit right now
I heard you said it, young nigga, and that shit is a lie
F*ck you and f*ck that bitch, that's on my mama
Yeah, he be talking, all crazy, but that nigga a runner
Slap him aht with fye in-front his damn mama
F*ck that beat, baby, we can go f*ck in a honda
I don't know what I'ma do without my mama
If my mama leave, I'ma be up in the coma
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Yeah, niggas ain't never on shit
Yeah, they been talkin' I'm crazy
But these niggas they some bitches
Yeah, yo brudda he ratted, that's why that nigga got stitches
I don't give a f*ck about the industry
F*ck these niggas and these bitches
Skrrt and the 3 9 duce
How many seats, nigga, I want 2
It's like 11, yeah, I'm in the stu
The grind never stop, this shit go for you
Long Live my cousin nigga you know i love you
Yeah, we skrrt around this door is bulletproof
Skrrt, bitch tired, and hit the curb
Big boy truck, yeah, this shit bigger than Big Bird
F*ck it, I got a 300 black aht
I'm drivin' a 300 black aht
She think she loyal, but she got her ass out
I was a young nigga, watchin' Bob the Builder
Nigga, they be talkin', I am not no killer
If you push me, I'ma show you who's realer
Nigga its me, oh, nigga it's me, yeah, nigga its me
He wanna talk shit, imma shoot at his teeth
My big brudda Blazzin he bangin' the B
I'm the best, so they envy me
I'm the best at it, they call me MVP
Off the woc , can't feel my face
He think he can take my bitch, cause my bitch is his taste
Damn, nigga just get out the way
Damn, huh, yeah, that bitch got a pretty face
I fell for her, but anyway, let me get back to the track
That bitch tried to run Ricky, got shot in his back
That lil' boy got rolled up, put in a pack
In the backseat with the action fye
Free T5, say it with my chest
J5 check it yeah, he creep
Yeah I be knowin cause I peep
I might trick, but you gotta be cheap
Nah I'm playin' might buy her a bag
Bitch so wet, like a Baja blast
I was just chillin up in class, like
What is my next gonna be about?
Me and my brothers on the road but we still gotta go our different route
We just gotta come back to each other and just vibe
I can call my brother right now
I bet you that nigga fried
My lil twin posted up in the 9
The other post up with fye
Don't clutch, you just might die
They gon end ya when I come around
Like, I might just boom boom this shit right now
I heard you said it, young nigga, and that shit is a lie
F*ck you and f*ck that bitch, that's on my mama
Yeah, he be talking, all crazy, but that nigga a runner
Slap him aht with fye in-front his damn mama
F*ck that beat, baby, we can go f*ck in a honda
I don't know what I'ma do without my mama
If my mama leave, I'ma be up in the coma
Yeah, they been talkin' I'm crazy
But these niggas they some bitches
Yeah, yo brudda he ratted, that's why that nigga got stitches
I don't give a f*ck about the industry
F*ck these niggas and these bitches
Skrrt and the 3 9 duce
How many seats, nigga, I want 2
It's like 11, yeah, I'm in the stu
The grind never stop, this shit go for you
Long Live my cousin nigga you know i love you
Yeah, we skrrt around this door is bulletproof
Skrrt, bitch tired, and hit the curb
Big boy truck, yeah, this shit bigger than Big Bird
F*ck it, I got a 300 black aht
I'm drivin' a 300 black aht
She think she loyal, but she got her ass out
I was a young nigga, watchin' Bob the Builder
Nigga, they be talkin', I am not no killer
If you push me, I'ma show you who's realer
Nigga its me, oh, nigga it's me, yeah, nigga its me
He wanna talk shit, imma shoot at his teeth
My big brudda Blazzin he bangin' the B
I'm the best, so they envy me
I'm the best at it, they call me MVP
Off the woc , can't feel my face
He think he can take my bitch, cause my bitch is his taste
Damn, nigga just get out the way
Damn, huh, yeah, that bitch got a pretty face
I fell for her, but anyway, let me get back to the track
That bitch tried to run Ricky, got shot in his back
That lil' boy got rolled up, put in a pack
In the backseat with the action fye
Free T5, say it with my chest
J5 check it yeah, he creep
Yeah I be knowin cause I peep
I might trick, but you gotta be cheap
Nah I'm playin' might buy her a bag
Bitch so wet, like a Baja blast
I was just chillin up in class, like
What is my next gonna be about?
Me and my brothers on the road but we still gotta go our different route
We just gotta come back to each other and just vibe
I can call my brother right now
I bet you that nigga fried
My lil twin posted up in the 9
The other post up with fye
Don't clutch, you just might die
They gon end ya when I come around
Like, I might just boom boom this shit right now
I heard you said it, young nigga, and that shit is a lie
F*ck you and f*ck that bitch, that's on my mama
Yeah, he be talking, all crazy, but that nigga a runner
Slap him aht with fye in-front his damn mama
F*ck that beat, baby, we can go f*ck in a honda
I don't know what I'ma do without my mama
If my mama leave, I'ma be up in the coma
Writer: Malik Hagans
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