Tell them pussy ass online niggas don't mention me
Cause they ain't outside tryna send a nigga to heaven, G
Paint the whole city red, dead body on every street
40 cal, buck shots, 9 millies, got weaponry
Now I'm pissed off, I don't give a shit bruh
You know where I live, tell me why you never slid though, excuses, mental issues
F*ckin right, I'm skitzo
Call me crazy, nah, no comment I'm the shit though
Another body all over nothing
Tryna catch another body, all over nothing
Blood thirsty, I'm so damaged, not into bluffing
Yeah I'm packing, not a sandwich, it's hard to tuck it, ay, ay
Talking on the net, but pussy nigga start doing things
Reaching for my neck, kill a nigga bout my jewelry
Hit him in his head, now he begging me don't do it please
Man of my respect, I'm bout that action, don't be stupid, P
Ay, I'm bout that violence for real
Nobody seen him, nobody seen him, that mean a rival got killed
He out the picture, got deleted, lost his life in the field
Dead niggas all I'm thinking every time I slide with the steel
Ay, East Side that's where I'm at, Tully Road and Flint Ave
You don't even gotta ask
40 cal up in my pants, we on his head, we on his ass
Hit a nigga in his mask, better make it out fast, ay, ay
Tryna love my bitch, I love my bitch, but she don't love me back
It's hard to f*ck with niggas who live that life and everything they rap
Y'all could have on lock the internet words cause I don't f*ckin cap
Come at niggas absurd, I'm tryna murk like where the f*ck he at
Ay, next to his keyboard nigga
Tryna bury a pussy boy next to his keyboard nigga
Bet they know me, ask around these f*cking streets, lil nigga
Niggas hoeing, hella phony, they don't want beef with a nigga, ay
Mtp408 - Stay Listo Lyrics
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Tell them pussy ass online niggas don't mention me
Cause they ain't outside tryna send a nigga to heaven, G
Paint the whole city red, dead body on every street
40 cal, buck shots, 9 millies, got weaponry
Now I'm pissed off, I don't give a shit bruh
You know where I live, tell me why you never slid though, excuses, mental issues
F*ckin right, I'm skitzo
Call me crazy, nah, no comment I'm the shit though
Another body all over nothing
Tryna catch another body, all over nothing
Blood thirsty, I'm so damaged, not into bluffing
Yeah I'm packing, not a sandwich, it's hard to tuck it, ay, ay
Talking on the net, but pussy nigga start doing things
Reaching for my neck, kill a nigga bout my jewelry
Hit him in his head, now he begging me don't do it please
Man of my respect, I'm bout that action, don't be stupid, P
Ay, I'm bout that violence for real
Nobody seen him, nobody seen him, that mean a rival got killed
He out the picture, got deleted, lost his life in the field
Dead niggas all I'm thinking every time I slide with the steel
Ay, East Side that's where I'm at, Tully Road and Flint Ave
You don't even gotta ask
40 cal up in my pants, we on his head, we on his ass
Hit a nigga in his mask, better make it out fast, ay, ay
Tryna love my bitch, I love my bitch, but she don't love me back
It's hard to f*ck with niggas who live that life and everything they rap
Y'all could have on lock the internet words cause I don't f*ckin cap
Come at niggas absurd, I'm tryna murk like where the f*ck he at
Ay, next to his keyboard nigga
Tryna bury a pussy boy next to his keyboard nigga
Bet they know me, ask around these f*cking streets, lil nigga
Niggas hoeing, hella phony, they don't want beef with a nigga, ay
Cause they ain't outside tryna send a nigga to heaven, G
Paint the whole city red, dead body on every street
40 cal, buck shots, 9 millies, got weaponry
Now I'm pissed off, I don't give a shit bruh
You know where I live, tell me why you never slid though, excuses, mental issues
F*ckin right, I'm skitzo
Call me crazy, nah, no comment I'm the shit though
Another body all over nothing
Tryna catch another body, all over nothing
Blood thirsty, I'm so damaged, not into bluffing
Yeah I'm packing, not a sandwich, it's hard to tuck it, ay, ay
Talking on the net, but pussy nigga start doing things
Reaching for my neck, kill a nigga bout my jewelry
Hit him in his head, now he begging me don't do it please
Man of my respect, I'm bout that action, don't be stupid, P
Ay, I'm bout that violence for real
Nobody seen him, nobody seen him, that mean a rival got killed
He out the picture, got deleted, lost his life in the field
Dead niggas all I'm thinking every time I slide with the steel
Ay, East Side that's where I'm at, Tully Road and Flint Ave
You don't even gotta ask
40 cal up in my pants, we on his head, we on his ass
Hit a nigga in his mask, better make it out fast, ay, ay
Tryna love my bitch, I love my bitch, but she don't love me back
It's hard to f*ck with niggas who live that life and everything they rap
Y'all could have on lock the internet words cause I don't f*ckin cap
Come at niggas absurd, I'm tryna murk like where the f*ck he at
Ay, next to his keyboard nigga
Tryna bury a pussy boy next to his keyboard nigga
Bet they know me, ask around these f*cking streets, lil nigga
Niggas hoeing, hella phony, they don't want beef with a nigga, ay
Writer: MATTHEW PANIAGUA
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