(Go)
(Cmon)
(Come Here)
Niggas be goofy dissing on the dead
They be scared to drop a Lo, my lil Demon
He ain't scared, he just bounce out take a fro
I'm in love with them 7.62's but fully 5.56 can wipe a nose
Bro say he don't wanna lose me in the Streets
Front me a pack, I up the roll
Remember hitting cars, running it up, trapping out the store
Everybody can get stretched, play with bleed
I just do the most
I just know these niggas Fed, got me moving like a ghost
Clap em' up right with his mans, make them smell that gun smoke
All the Opps know they be hiding
We gone give they ass the belt
Feel like Jason, when i'm Dolo', I be safer by myself
Feel like Shaq' up in his Prime, dunk on Niggas leave em' nailed
Get up close up to his face
Blow that .40 watch him melt
You know i'm upping off the rip, we can go, Shell for Shell
Don't be sliding thru the Lake, it's gone be a Mission Failed
Bro say he smoking dead opps I hit the weed it smoke like Death
Think the opps they scared
Think they on timeout they need a Ref(Go)
We tryna slime yo dumbass out, stop coming around my bleeds
Pop out Gen 5 ready to catch me a hat, but i'm really just ready to squeeze
Niggas be dissing like they in the field
I ain't tripping off words, you'll die with yo Glee
Off X with A-nem cuz still tryna Kill, always pulling down his ski
Hop in a Kia, that bitch get took
Go spin on the opps, bounce right on the E
Funny how buddy ass always running his mouth til' bullets start hitting his teeth
Chasing this money, i'm still on the grind
That bitch ain't mine, but f*cking on me
We playing with 9's, but we got shit that'll crack yo Spine & split yo Bean
F*ck and i dip, my heart too cold for Love
Said "Bae lemme get yo bestie"
We toss slugs and don't miss shit if we miss, God was just giving a Blessing
My door already open just pull up on him, so I can just hop out and stretch him
Don't let 12 get behind my Gang, you know every time
D bound to had left him(Go)
I'm tryna slime a soul out for what it's worth in the end
Just know ima do it
Dude ass really was fanned out, acting like y'all wasn't on my dick with the music
Chase him down with 4 Knick rounds these bitches so loud
My ears start booming, and no I ain't tryna talk
Y'all ass a lame, on P these niggas be goofy
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(Go)
(Cmon)
(Come Here)
Niggas be goofy dissing on the dead
They be scared to drop a Lo, my lil Demon
He ain't scared, he just bounce out take a fro
I'm in love with them 7.62's but fully 5.56 can wipe a nose
Bro say he don't wanna lose me in the Streets
Front me a pack, I up the roll
Remember hitting cars, running it up, trapping out the store
Everybody can get stretched, play with bleed
I just do the most
I just know these niggas Fed, got me moving like a ghost
Clap em' up right with his mans, make them smell that gun smoke
All the Opps know they be hiding
We gone give they ass the belt
Feel like Jason, when i'm Dolo', I be safer by myself
Feel like Shaq' up in his Prime, dunk on Niggas leave em' nailed
Get up close up to his face
Blow that .40 watch him melt
You know i'm upping off the rip, we can go, Shell for Shell
Don't be sliding thru the Lake, it's gone be a Mission Failed
Bro say he smoking dead opps I hit the weed it smoke like Death
Think the opps they scared
Think they on timeout they need a Ref(Go)
We tryna slime yo dumbass out, stop coming around my bleeds
Pop out Gen 5 ready to catch me a hat, but i'm really just ready to squeeze
Niggas be dissing like they in the field
I ain't tripping off words, you'll die with yo Glee
Off X with A-nem cuz still tryna Kill, always pulling down his ski
Hop in a Kia, that bitch get took
Go spin on the opps, bounce right on the E
Funny how buddy ass always running his mouth til' bullets start hitting his teeth
Chasing this money, i'm still on the grind
That bitch ain't mine, but f*cking on me
We playing with 9's, but we got shit that'll crack yo Spine & split yo Bean
F*ck and i dip, my heart too cold for Love
Said "Bae lemme get yo bestie"
We toss slugs and don't miss shit if we miss, God was just giving a Blessing
My door already open just pull up on him, so I can just hop out and stretch him
Don't let 12 get behind my Gang, you know every time
D bound to had left him(Go)
I'm tryna slime a soul out for what it's worth in the end
Just know ima do it
Dude ass really was fanned out, acting like y'all wasn't on my dick with the music
Chase him down with 4 Knick rounds these bitches so loud
My ears start booming, and no I ain't tryna talk
Y'all ass a lame, on P these niggas be goofy
(Cmon)
(Come Here)
Niggas be goofy dissing on the dead
They be scared to drop a Lo, my lil Demon
He ain't scared, he just bounce out take a fro
I'm in love with them 7.62's but fully 5.56 can wipe a nose
Bro say he don't wanna lose me in the Streets
Front me a pack, I up the roll
Remember hitting cars, running it up, trapping out the store
Everybody can get stretched, play with bleed
I just do the most
I just know these niggas Fed, got me moving like a ghost
Clap em' up right with his mans, make them smell that gun smoke
All the Opps know they be hiding
We gone give they ass the belt
Feel like Jason, when i'm Dolo', I be safer by myself
Feel like Shaq' up in his Prime, dunk on Niggas leave em' nailed
Get up close up to his face
Blow that .40 watch him melt
You know i'm upping off the rip, we can go, Shell for Shell
Don't be sliding thru the Lake, it's gone be a Mission Failed
Bro say he smoking dead opps I hit the weed it smoke like Death
Think the opps they scared
Think they on timeout they need a Ref(Go)
We tryna slime yo dumbass out, stop coming around my bleeds
Pop out Gen 5 ready to catch me a hat, but i'm really just ready to squeeze
Niggas be dissing like they in the field
I ain't tripping off words, you'll die with yo Glee
Off X with A-nem cuz still tryna Kill, always pulling down his ski
Hop in a Kia, that bitch get took
Go spin on the opps, bounce right on the E
Funny how buddy ass always running his mouth til' bullets start hitting his teeth
Chasing this money, i'm still on the grind
That bitch ain't mine, but f*cking on me
We playing with 9's, but we got shit that'll crack yo Spine & split yo Bean
F*ck and i dip, my heart too cold for Love
Said "Bae lemme get yo bestie"
We toss slugs and don't miss shit if we miss, God was just giving a Blessing
My door already open just pull up on him, so I can just hop out and stretch him
Don't let 12 get behind my Gang, you know every time
D bound to had left him(Go)
I'm tryna slime a soul out for what it's worth in the end
Just know ima do it
Dude ass really was fanned out, acting like y'all wasn't on my dick with the music
Chase him down with 4 Knick rounds these bitches so loud
My ears start booming, and no I ain't tryna talk
Y'all ass a lame, on P these niggas be goofy
Writer: Devo Smith
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