PDG Sixty - You niccas p Lyrics

Boom, I'm in the booth by my motherf*ckin' self Y'all already know what the f*ck goin' on
Niggas ain't slidin', and I'm sholl ain't hiding
You niggas p, you police, y'all runnin' to the Feds
That's your partner but you left his ass for dead
Nigga, you ain't got no bread, you pussy
You runnin' from that fully, we ain't doing' one-on-ones
I'm finna hit you with these bullets
You niggas p, you police, you runnin' to the Feds
That's your partner but you left his ass for dead
Nigga, you ain't got no bread, you pussy
You runnin' from that fully, we ain't doing' one-on-ones
I'm finna hit you with these bullies
These niggas snitching ' on they partner, that shit ain't p
He tried to run away, I left his ass all up on E
And we ain't doin' no drive-bys, my shoes tied hop out on feet
And I'm chillin' in (Miami), Finna hit his ass with (heat)
Had to get off my ass and go get me a bag bitch, this shit wasn't cheap
Gang pushin' a cat, I'm pushin' the jeep
They know Jaay, really ah creep on a nigga, I sleep on a nigga
I ain't talking, R.kelly, but this drac' it ah pee onna nigga
Make me mad, I'll beat on a nigga
I hang with the devil, so you know how I'm rocking
Nigga want smoke, finna go in his pockets
Just like Nike, you know I'ma do it
Yeah, he want smoke, so you know we blew it
Ain't no more talkin', his face' in the wood
Niggas ain't street, they really, ain't hood
A nicca got shot, but you know that I'm good
I don't beef on the internet , you know I don't get in that
Nicca say, we miss, you know we spinnin' back
Lil bruh he a bitch he really gone give me that
(That nigga sweet)
You niggas p
For real
No cap
Woah, woah,
You niggas p
You police, you runnin' to the Feds
That's your partner, but you left his ass for dead nigga you ain't got no bread
You pussy, you runnin' from this fully
We ain't doin one-on-ones
I'm finna hit you with these bullets
You niggas p
You police, you runnin' to the Feds
That's your partner, but you left his ass for dead nigga you ain't got no bread
You pussy, you runnin' from this fully
We ain't doing one-on-ones
I'm finna hit you with these bullets
I hopped out car that boy had fell
Hope he say his prayers, cause you know he going to hell
Dont shit fear' me, I ain't scared to go to jail
And I'm riding with this thirty nigga play he gone feel it
Toat sticks like the army, I ain't leavin' no witness
Drac like a mac , but this bitch hold sixty
Caught him in traffic make him run like he Ricky, don't beef on the net cause these niggas some bitches
You niggas p
You police, you runnin' to the Feds
That's your partner, but you left his ass for dead
Nigga you ain't got no bread
You pussy, you runnin' from this fully
We ain't doing one-on-ones
I'm finna hit you with these bullets
You niggas p
You police, you runnin' to the Feds
That's your partner, but you left his ass for dead nigga you ain't got no bread
You pussy, you runnin' from this fully
We ain't doing one-on-ones
I'm finna hit you with these bullets
Whole lotta squad shit
Niccas already knowing what the f*ck going on
Niggas don't play with 1k
They know we spin all day
Had the Glock on my hip but got hit with the drac
And he reach for my chain got shot in the face
Chop his ass up, throw him up in the lake
I don't rock with these niggas, they really be gay
Dae Dae say f*ck you, you better go pray
I'll sleep with a nigga, get hit with this Drac
You know I ain't fighting, pulling up with my k
Try to run away, he got hit with that Drac
You niggas p
You police, you runnin' to the Feds
That's your partner, but you left his ass for dead nigga you ain't got no bread
You pussy, you runnin' from this fully
We ain't doing' no one-on-ones
I'm finna hit you with these bullets
You niggas p
You police, you runnin' to the Feds
That's your partner, but you left his ass for dead nigga you ain't got no bread
You pussy, you runnin' from this fully
We ain't doing no one-on-ones
I'm finna hit you with these bullets
You niggas p
You police, you runnin' to the Feds
That's your partner, but you left his ass for dead nigga you ain't got no bread
You pussy, you runnin' from this fully we ain't doing no one-on-ones
I'm finna hit you with these bullets
Niggas tuff on the net
But they soft like some cushions
Caught that boy up in that traffic
Had to squish him like a squishy
And these niggas actin' pussy
So you know that I'ma wet him
Niggas duckin' from the beef
Like they runnin' from the weather
And these niggas already knowin' how we get down
These niggas p, police, pussy, all this shit
I ain't even gotta say nothin' else
You niggas p, you police, you runnin' to the Feds
That's your partner, but you left his ass for dead nigga you ain't got no bread
You pussy, you runnin' from this fully
We ain't doing no one-on-ones
I'm finna hit you with these bullets
You niggas p, you police, you runnin' to the Feds
That's your partner, but you left his ass for dead
Nigga you ain't got no bread
You pussy, you runnin' from this fully we ain't doing no one-on-ones
I'm finna hit you with these bullets
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