Aye man, y'all already know I'm in this mothaf*cker' man
It's a new year we not on that gay shit we on that rap shit, nigga
Ayo Donovan, heat that up
Choppa spit too many rounds, had to cool it down
That shit smoking, bullet in his throat nigga thought that he was choking
Aye, tuh, all you niggas wear the same shit
Nike tech with the Forces, it's the same fit
Like I'm Dugg, I'm killin' monkeys, I go Ape shit
Niggas dissin' like I ain't just buy this cooling kit
Nerf gun on me, me and JNL be shootin' shit
(Duh,Duh,Doo)Hit that nigga from the left side
(Fah, Fah, Fah, Fah)Spin back, hit that right side
Leave his mom alive
Make sure that that bitch is traumatized
He still breathing, I put hollow tips right through his f*ckin' eye
Caribbean brothers, I'm f*ckin' with Jadon
Real zo shit and my nigga Jamaican
We known to wack a nigga if he hatin'
Pull out the choppa and we get to spraying
Turn the opp religious, we got him praying
If I ask for two grams then you better start weighing
Suited up wit' my bros like I f*ck with the Wayans
We some real block spinnas, chopstickas
Draco get to poppin' niggas, you get the picture
Man, I hope you get the picture
Shot him three times, now he bleeding out his liver
Backdoored him with a lil' gangsta bitch, I'm hoping God forgive her
What's the reason that you squeezing choppas
Bitch, my gang want blood
Go put down your daddy gun cause I know that you ain't no thug
We the grim reaper, going to your door handing out shells
Then we drag that boy right down in the hell
Uh, Vlone
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Aye man, y'all already know I'm in this mothaf*cker' man
It's a new year we not on that gay shit we on that rap shit, nigga
Ayo Donovan, heat that up
Choppa spit too many rounds, had to cool it down
That shit smoking, bullet in his throat nigga thought that he was choking
Aye, tuh, all you niggas wear the same shit
Nike tech with the Forces, it's the same fit
Like I'm Dugg, I'm killin' monkeys, I go Ape shit
Niggas dissin' like I ain't just buy this cooling kit
Nerf gun on me, me and JNL be shootin' shit
(Duh,Duh,Doo)Hit that nigga from the left side
(Fah, Fah, Fah, Fah)Spin back, hit that right side
Leave his mom alive
Make sure that that bitch is traumatized
He still breathing, I put hollow tips right through his f*ckin' eye
Caribbean brothers, I'm f*ckin' with Jadon
Real zo shit and my nigga Jamaican
We known to wack a nigga if he hatin'
Pull out the choppa and we get to spraying
Turn the opp religious, we got him praying
If I ask for two grams then you better start weighing
Suited up wit' my bros like I f*ck with the Wayans
We some real block spinnas, chopstickas
Draco get to poppin' niggas, you get the picture
Man, I hope you get the picture
Shot him three times, now he bleeding out his liver
Backdoored him with a lil' gangsta bitch, I'm hoping God forgive her
What's the reason that you squeezing choppas
Bitch, my gang want blood
Go put down your daddy gun cause I know that you ain't no thug
We the grim reaper, going to your door handing out shells
Then we drag that boy right down in the hell
Uh, Vlone
It's a new year we not on that gay shit we on that rap shit, nigga
Ayo Donovan, heat that up
Choppa spit too many rounds, had to cool it down
That shit smoking, bullet in his throat nigga thought that he was choking
Aye, tuh, all you niggas wear the same shit
Nike tech with the Forces, it's the same fit
Like I'm Dugg, I'm killin' monkeys, I go Ape shit
Niggas dissin' like I ain't just buy this cooling kit
Nerf gun on me, me and JNL be shootin' shit
(Duh,Duh,Doo)Hit that nigga from the left side
(Fah, Fah, Fah, Fah)Spin back, hit that right side
Leave his mom alive
Make sure that that bitch is traumatized
He still breathing, I put hollow tips right through his f*ckin' eye
Caribbean brothers, I'm f*ckin' with Jadon
Real zo shit and my nigga Jamaican
We known to wack a nigga if he hatin'
Pull out the choppa and we get to spraying
Turn the opp religious, we got him praying
If I ask for two grams then you better start weighing
Suited up wit' my bros like I f*ck with the Wayans
We some real block spinnas, chopstickas
Draco get to poppin' niggas, you get the picture
Man, I hope you get the picture
Shot him three times, now he bleeding out his liver
Backdoored him with a lil' gangsta bitch, I'm hoping God forgive her
What's the reason that you squeezing choppas
Bitch, my gang want blood
Go put down your daddy gun cause I know that you ain't no thug
We the grim reaper, going to your door handing out shells
Then we drag that boy right down in the hell
Uh, Vlone
Writer: JDN <3
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