Lil greg
What nigga
Who the f*ck picked this beat
Im sick of this shit now
Bruh i dont give a
Im sick of this shit
Niggas keep doing these wild ass beats n shit
Bruh i dont give a f*ck
Shit aint for you
Scarin' niggas on the beat ima monster
Scarin' niggas on the street ima mobster
Scarin' niggas with the heat ima lobster
And im running on feet f*ck a coper
Yeah
You aint getting bags in you a shopper
You get hit with the hol what sweiz say
Chopper
And a nigga he want it with the gang
I aint even gon front it he a stain
And you know we brung them clips that'll knock em out the frame
Brung the choppa then he dash nigga not talking dame
Got some bitches that i hit they aint walking the same
If you really my dog then dont talk on my name
I walk with that heat that'll spark up a flame
I dont spark no plugs i just mary jane
This shit too crucial
She eat me like mooshoo
I dont know what to do i dont know to do
They looking like who you they looking like who you
Man im jacob twotwo man im jacob twotwo
RGS ona way up no balloon
All black jag it look like a cocoon
He run up like he silly he dis a buffoon
These niggas aint shit i wan die a tycoon
Scarin' niggas on the beat ima monster
Scarin' niggas on the street ima mobster
Scarin' niggas with the heat ima lobster
And im running on feet f*ck a coper
Yeah
You aint getting bags in you a shopper
Yeah lil nigga you a shopper
But in the trap you dont save a lot
We run in this bitch get a doctor
We run in his trap we gon take a lot
He got a fake page oh hate a lot
RGS ona way we wont wait a lot
And i come from under your bed ima monster
We aint ducking shit we slide on a impostor
When we come around now he wan fix his posture
His folks in his crib well now he just a foster
He think he a killer aint een ona roster
And i swear i hate these niggas with a passion
We know he get the ball he passing
We know these niggas fruit like passion
And that nigga a bum no passion
Nigga i aim and shoot old fashion
Nigga no i dont crank stop asking
Bitch no i dont drank stop asking
Lil Gregjs - Monster Lyrics
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Lil greg
What nigga
Who the f*ck picked this beat
Im sick of this shit now
Bruh i dont give a
Im sick of this shit
Niggas keep doing these wild ass beats n shit
Bruh i dont give a f*ck
Shit aint for you
Scarin' niggas on the beat ima monster
Scarin' niggas on the street ima mobster
Scarin' niggas with the heat ima lobster
And im running on feet f*ck a coper
Yeah
You aint getting bags in you a shopper
You get hit with the hol what sweiz say
Chopper
And a nigga he want it with the gang
I aint even gon front it he a stain
And you know we brung them clips that'll knock em out the frame
Brung the choppa then he dash nigga not talking dame
Got some bitches that i hit they aint walking the same
If you really my dog then dont talk on my name
I walk with that heat that'll spark up a flame
I dont spark no plugs i just mary jane
This shit too crucial
She eat me like mooshoo
I dont know what to do i dont know to do
They looking like who you they looking like who you
Man im jacob twotwo man im jacob twotwo
RGS ona way up no balloon
All black jag it look like a cocoon
He run up like he silly he dis a buffoon
These niggas aint shit i wan die a tycoon
Scarin' niggas on the beat ima monster
Scarin' niggas on the street ima mobster
Scarin' niggas with the heat ima lobster
And im running on feet f*ck a coper
Yeah
You aint getting bags in you a shopper
Yeah lil nigga you a shopper
But in the trap you dont save a lot
We run in this bitch get a doctor
We run in his trap we gon take a lot
He got a fake page oh hate a lot
RGS ona way we wont wait a lot
And i come from under your bed ima monster
We aint ducking shit we slide on a impostor
When we come around now he wan fix his posture
His folks in his crib well now he just a foster
He think he a killer aint een ona roster
And i swear i hate these niggas with a passion
We know he get the ball he passing
We know these niggas fruit like passion
And that nigga a bum no passion
Nigga i aim and shoot old fashion
Nigga no i dont crank stop asking
Bitch no i dont drank stop asking
What nigga
Who the f*ck picked this beat
Im sick of this shit now
Bruh i dont give a
Im sick of this shit
Niggas keep doing these wild ass beats n shit
Bruh i dont give a f*ck
Shit aint for you
Scarin' niggas on the beat ima monster
Scarin' niggas on the street ima mobster
Scarin' niggas with the heat ima lobster
And im running on feet f*ck a coper
Yeah
You aint getting bags in you a shopper
You get hit with the hol what sweiz say
Chopper
And a nigga he want it with the gang
I aint even gon front it he a stain
And you know we brung them clips that'll knock em out the frame
Brung the choppa then he dash nigga not talking dame
Got some bitches that i hit they aint walking the same
If you really my dog then dont talk on my name
I walk with that heat that'll spark up a flame
I dont spark no plugs i just mary jane
This shit too crucial
She eat me like mooshoo
I dont know what to do i dont know to do
They looking like who you they looking like who you
Man im jacob twotwo man im jacob twotwo
RGS ona way up no balloon
All black jag it look like a cocoon
He run up like he silly he dis a buffoon
These niggas aint shit i wan die a tycoon
Scarin' niggas on the beat ima monster
Scarin' niggas on the street ima mobster
Scarin' niggas with the heat ima lobster
And im running on feet f*ck a coper
Yeah
You aint getting bags in you a shopper
Yeah lil nigga you a shopper
But in the trap you dont save a lot
We run in this bitch get a doctor
We run in his trap we gon take a lot
He got a fake page oh hate a lot
RGS ona way we wont wait a lot
And i come from under your bed ima monster
We aint ducking shit we slide on a impostor
When we come around now he wan fix his posture
His folks in his crib well now he just a foster
He think he a killer aint een ona roster
And i swear i hate these niggas with a passion
We know he get the ball he passing
We know these niggas fruit like passion
And that nigga a bum no passion
Nigga i aim and shoot old fashion
Nigga no i dont crank stop asking
Bitch no i dont drank stop asking
Writer: Greg Stewart
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid