Bitch, I'm poppin' perks like they on the relapse I'm so fat, when it come to countin
Caps, because I need that Baby, text me back, fed, hell yeah, I'ma read
That Yeah, I got that Glock and a trigger, I'ma
Squeeze that Hold up, wait, it's that J2
When he pop up out that gut, I bet he spray, too
He ain't never lackin', always keep a K2 F*ck around, we get it high, we smokin' K2
All you bitches really fake and I can't trust you
I need diamonds on my pad if they gon' bust through
Every time I say these words, I mean it, yeah, I love you
They can't keep on talkin', just show that they mouth work
But if I pick up a strap, we causin' outbursts They gon' do me just like they did Woozi
I'ma go out first, yeah I don't know why I feel like I'ma go out
The worst I'ma get shot up and then inside it hurts
I been gettin' fed up with about everything Keep a pistol on my side he f*ck wit gang
I let it bang I let it bang, it's gon' hit his brain
Leave him in his lane, what's my name? Yeah, they know my name because I put in pain
Im with gang, hop inside that range, you know we toting flames
Ain't no games, pull up on that block and we gon' let it rain
I'm insane, off three perks and codeine inside my drink
What do you think? All these blues inside the bank, I'll let it bang
Yeah, I ain't worried about no bitches, I'ma do my thing
Yeah, who you talkin' on? Last time I checked, you was a lame
Yeah, I might get a ball, last time I checked, he talkin' game
If I blow up all this rap, I might cop me some new chains
I just hit him in his top, now he need a new brain
Yeah, I might pull up in that Tonka, pull around and swing
I'm the type of guy to mess around with you and get to bang
I miss L.A.X. and FLR, I'm doin' this shit first
If I hear you talkin' on the gang, we leave you in the dirt
You was runnin', fell on your pants, and now you on a shirt
What them bitches want? If it's nothin', they can't have
I'm the type to spin on your block and turn it sad
Bitch, I don't want my green, I will not talk to you if it ain't about the cabbage
Spin the block turn this shit into a habit, it's gon' be something tragic
People disappear just like it's magic
If they want what's happened, they gon' have to tap it
I stopped the smokin' on the daily, cause that shit just got me nappy
I wish my record was so clean, so I could swing that static
Uh, bitch, I still do, it ain't shit to kill you
Yeah, you heard I'm a felon, better let it sink through
I don't kill, what the f*ck, that don't make me happy
I'm the type of person get on beats and get to rappin
I been havin' mixed emotions whether I start spazzin
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Bitch, I'm poppin' perks like they on the relapse I'm so fat, when it come to countin
Caps, because I need that Baby, text me back, fed, hell yeah, I'ma read
That Yeah, I got that Glock and a trigger, I'ma
Squeeze that Hold up, wait, it's that J2
When he pop up out that gut, I bet he spray, too
He ain't never lackin', always keep a K2 F*ck around, we get it high, we smokin' K2
All you bitches really fake and I can't trust you
I need diamonds on my pad if they gon' bust through
Every time I say these words, I mean it, yeah, I love you
They can't keep on talkin', just show that they mouth work
But if I pick up a strap, we causin' outbursts They gon' do me just like they did Woozi
I'ma go out first, yeah I don't know why I feel like I'ma go out
The worst I'ma get shot up and then inside it hurts
I been gettin' fed up with about everything Keep a pistol on my side he f*ck wit gang
I let it bang I let it bang, it's gon' hit his brain
Leave him in his lane, what's my name? Yeah, they know my name because I put in pain
Im with gang, hop inside that range, you know we toting flames
Ain't no games, pull up on that block and we gon' let it rain
I'm insane, off three perks and codeine inside my drink
What do you think? All these blues inside the bank, I'll let it bang
Yeah, I ain't worried about no bitches, I'ma do my thing
Yeah, who you talkin' on? Last time I checked, you was a lame
Yeah, I might get a ball, last time I checked, he talkin' game
If I blow up all this rap, I might cop me some new chains
I just hit him in his top, now he need a new brain
Yeah, I might pull up in that Tonka, pull around and swing
I'm the type of guy to mess around with you and get to bang
I miss L.A.X. and FLR, I'm doin' this shit first
If I hear you talkin' on the gang, we leave you in the dirt
You was runnin', fell on your pants, and now you on a shirt
What them bitches want? If it's nothin', they can't have
I'm the type to spin on your block and turn it sad
Bitch, I don't want my green, I will not talk to you if it ain't about the cabbage
Spin the block turn this shit into a habit, it's gon' be something tragic
People disappear just like it's magic
If they want what's happened, they gon' have to tap it
I stopped the smokin' on the daily, cause that shit just got me nappy
I wish my record was so clean, so I could swing that static
Uh, bitch, I still do, it ain't shit to kill you
Yeah, you heard I'm a felon, better let it sink through
I don't kill, what the f*ck, that don't make me happy
I'm the type of person get on beats and get to rappin
I been havin' mixed emotions whether I start spazzin
Caps, because I need that Baby, text me back, fed, hell yeah, I'ma read
That Yeah, I got that Glock and a trigger, I'ma
Squeeze that Hold up, wait, it's that J2
When he pop up out that gut, I bet he spray, too
He ain't never lackin', always keep a K2 F*ck around, we get it high, we smokin' K2
All you bitches really fake and I can't trust you
I need diamonds on my pad if they gon' bust through
Every time I say these words, I mean it, yeah, I love you
They can't keep on talkin', just show that they mouth work
But if I pick up a strap, we causin' outbursts They gon' do me just like they did Woozi
I'ma go out first, yeah I don't know why I feel like I'ma go out
The worst I'ma get shot up and then inside it hurts
I been gettin' fed up with about everything Keep a pistol on my side he f*ck wit gang
I let it bang I let it bang, it's gon' hit his brain
Leave him in his lane, what's my name? Yeah, they know my name because I put in pain
Im with gang, hop inside that range, you know we toting flames
Ain't no games, pull up on that block and we gon' let it rain
I'm insane, off three perks and codeine inside my drink
What do you think? All these blues inside the bank, I'll let it bang
Yeah, I ain't worried about no bitches, I'ma do my thing
Yeah, who you talkin' on? Last time I checked, you was a lame
Yeah, I might get a ball, last time I checked, he talkin' game
If I blow up all this rap, I might cop me some new chains
I just hit him in his top, now he need a new brain
Yeah, I might pull up in that Tonka, pull around and swing
I'm the type of guy to mess around with you and get to bang
I miss L.A.X. and FLR, I'm doin' this shit first
If I hear you talkin' on the gang, we leave you in the dirt
You was runnin', fell on your pants, and now you on a shirt
What them bitches want? If it's nothin', they can't have
I'm the type to spin on your block and turn it sad
Bitch, I don't want my green, I will not talk to you if it ain't about the cabbage
Spin the block turn this shit into a habit, it's gon' be something tragic
People disappear just like it's magic
If they want what's happened, they gon' have to tap it
I stopped the smokin' on the daily, cause that shit just got me nappy
I wish my record was so clean, so I could swing that static
Uh, bitch, I still do, it ain't shit to kill you
Yeah, you heard I'm a felon, better let it sink through
I don't kill, what the f*ck, that don't make me happy
I'm the type of person get on beats and get to rappin
I been havin' mixed emotions whether I start spazzin
Writer: Owen Piasta
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid