Gang, the opps won't spin, they just gon' hop on live
I can count on my left hand how many of them done died
One, two, three, four, damn, nigga it's bout 5
I heard lil' buddy got his pole took, so how the f*ck you slime?
I can't lay up with no bitch, alley oop I'm throwin' dimes
F*ck the bitch, then get a drop, I hop out a V and blow his mind
Y'all broke as f*ck watchin' the clock, I'm gettin' money, f*ck that time
You gay ass niggas on the phone, pillow talkin' to a bitch
These niggas wanna run they mouth I hop in' V Face some with switch
Man, that shit don't make no sense, niggas cappin' in they songs
Get in their room and tell the truth, bitch, I should keep smokin' on
But f*ck that boy, he be some boof
These niggas swearing that they ballin', hit they phone like bitch, let's hoop
Bitch, I don't care about your money, I send bullets through your coupe
That boy so worried about my gang, but in his house, don't got no food
Why all these niggas turnin' mickey? Let me grab my Mouskatool
Mr. Hop out broad day, put shit on WSOC
These niggas lyin' in they songs, no, they ain't swingin' through no pig
These niggas chop a, chop a nigga head off like it's choppin' a tree
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Gang, the opps won't spin, they just gon' hop on live
I can count on my left hand how many of them done died
One, two, three, four, damn, nigga it's bout 5
I heard lil' buddy got his pole took, so how the f*ck you slime?
I can't lay up with no bitch, alley oop I'm throwin' dimes
F*ck the bitch, then get a drop, I hop out a V and blow his mind
Y'all broke as f*ck watchin' the clock, I'm gettin' money, f*ck that time
You gay ass niggas on the phone, pillow talkin' to a bitch
These niggas wanna run they mouth I hop in' V Face some with switch
Man, that shit don't make no sense, niggas cappin' in they songs
Get in their room and tell the truth, bitch, I should keep smokin' on
But f*ck that boy, he be some boof
These niggas swearing that they ballin', hit they phone like bitch, let's hoop
Bitch, I don't care about your money, I send bullets through your coupe
That boy so worried about my gang, but in his house, don't got no food
Why all these niggas turnin' mickey? Let me grab my Mouskatool
Mr. Hop out broad day, put shit on WSOC
These niggas lyin' in they songs, no, they ain't swingin' through no pig
These niggas chop a, chop a nigga head off like it's choppin' a tree
I can count on my left hand how many of them done died
One, two, three, four, damn, nigga it's bout 5
I heard lil' buddy got his pole took, so how the f*ck you slime?
I can't lay up with no bitch, alley oop I'm throwin' dimes
F*ck the bitch, then get a drop, I hop out a V and blow his mind
Y'all broke as f*ck watchin' the clock, I'm gettin' money, f*ck that time
You gay ass niggas on the phone, pillow talkin' to a bitch
These niggas wanna run they mouth I hop in' V Face some with switch
Man, that shit don't make no sense, niggas cappin' in they songs
Get in their room and tell the truth, bitch, I should keep smokin' on
But f*ck that boy, he be some boof
These niggas swearing that they ballin', hit they phone like bitch, let's hoop
Bitch, I don't care about your money, I send bullets through your coupe
That boy so worried about my gang, but in his house, don't got no food
Why all these niggas turnin' mickey? Let me grab my Mouskatool
Mr. Hop out broad day, put shit on WSOC
These niggas lyin' in they songs, no, they ain't swingin' through no pig
These niggas chop a, chop a nigga head off like it's choppin' a tree
Writer: Stunna Jay
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