Lil bro got a gat' shots I'm sending them back
Guns, makin' em clap back racks, up in my bag
Guns go to combat wheels spin in that scat (ride)
Boy I made you my son I'm yo' dad
I got so many bands call me a bandit, shot that boy like why did he vanish
You is my peon' don't understand it, two PO's onna case outstanding
I'm innat bus, fortnite landing. I been skrt innat canam
Know this beat got you dancing' thank eric that boy be enhancin
I be on my- Grind, ricks on buy, wrist on ice, bands up- lie
Bae you're just not my type, bae you're just not my kind
Chops, leaving them mortified
I'm leaving them out to die
Leaving that boy mortified, robbed that jit now he ain't gotta ride
Bands up, two glocks and .nine's, two cigs buddy got two lives
2x yeah I got two rides, that old man cheap got like two bikes
Go back to florida and get you a wife
Go back to florida and better yo' life
Lil bro got a gat' shots I'm sending them back
Guns, makin' em clap back racks, up in my bag
Guns go to combat wheels spin in that scat (ride)
Boy I made you my son I'm yo' dad
Bro don't wan' talk, bro don't wan' talk to me
Jit so gone he can't keep his honesty
Bro been livin' in a pig stye ain't my prodigy
Ain't my policy, bro a wanna-be. Bro just wanna be us
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Lil bro got a gat' shots I'm sending them back
Guns, makin' em clap back racks, up in my bag
Guns go to combat wheels spin in that scat (ride)
Boy I made you my son I'm yo' dad
I got so many bands call me a bandit, shot that boy like why did he vanish
You is my peon' don't understand it, two PO's onna case outstanding
I'm innat bus, fortnite landing. I been skrt innat canam
Know this beat got you dancing' thank eric that boy be enhancin
I be on my- Grind, ricks on buy, wrist on ice, bands up- lie
Bae you're just not my type, bae you're just not my kind
Chops, leaving them mortified
I'm leaving them out to die
Leaving that boy mortified, robbed that jit now he ain't gotta ride
Bands up, two glocks and .nine's, two cigs buddy got two lives
2x yeah I got two rides, that old man cheap got like two bikes
Go back to florida and get you a wife
Go back to florida and better yo' life
Lil bro got a gat' shots I'm sending them back
Guns, makin' em clap back racks, up in my bag
Guns go to combat wheels spin in that scat (ride)
Boy I made you my son I'm yo' dad
Bro don't wan' talk, bro don't wan' talk to me
Jit so gone he can't keep his honesty
Bro been livin' in a pig stye ain't my prodigy
Ain't my policy, bro a wanna-be. Bro just wanna be us
Guns, makin' em clap back racks, up in my bag
Guns go to combat wheels spin in that scat (ride)
Boy I made you my son I'm yo' dad
I got so many bands call me a bandit, shot that boy like why did he vanish
You is my peon' don't understand it, two PO's onna case outstanding
I'm innat bus, fortnite landing. I been skrt innat canam
Know this beat got you dancing' thank eric that boy be enhancin
I be on my- Grind, ricks on buy, wrist on ice, bands up- lie
Bae you're just not my type, bae you're just not my kind
Chops, leaving them mortified
I'm leaving them out to die
Leaving that boy mortified, robbed that jit now he ain't gotta ride
Bands up, two glocks and .nine's, two cigs buddy got two lives
2x yeah I got two rides, that old man cheap got like two bikes
Go back to florida and get you a wife
Go back to florida and better yo' life
Lil bro got a gat' shots I'm sending them back
Guns, makin' em clap back racks, up in my bag
Guns go to combat wheels spin in that scat (ride)
Boy I made you my son I'm yo' dad
Bro don't wan' talk, bro don't wan' talk to me
Jit so gone he can't keep his honesty
Bro been livin' in a pig stye ain't my prodigy
Ain't my policy, bro a wanna-be. Bro just wanna be us
Writer: rl rl
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