I told momma pray for baby boy cause I'm still out here sinning
I'm the type that just gon' slide myself don't need nobody with me
Beat her box then I get outta there you'd think we bob and whitney
Don't need no new rounds in my circle only day ones vibin' with me
Wan blow up with this rapping
Told my bros they ain't gon' owe me shit Bitch said that I broke her heart I text back my condolences
I been poppin' shit bad nigga y'all ain't know this shit
Knock you off like quick fast nigga bro gon' blow his stick
Like boy what you on take your shooters right from round that rim
Make it no shoot zone Stepping all these lil niggas necks ain't have no shoes on
Da right in that jam got a lil time ain't gone be too long
Nah that shit ain't gon' be too long
Young nigga was heaven sent but I'm low key a devil child
I feel like f*ck being a lil' celibate I hit that bitch like every time
My lil' brother told me trust the process big bro it's gone take some
Time
So just stay down and be humble mm-mm it might take a while
Beat the pot mm f*ck that beat the block
Every other day somebody shot
I done seen so many bodies drop
Packs just came in nigga come and shop
If you show me your fye I got a brand new Glock
Nigga mad about bitch got a brand new opp
What the f*ck you thought lil nigga ian finna beef about no thot
I been getting these loads off imma slimy lil' bitch might wipe your nose off
Bitch know shehere doin' all that playing just take your clothes off
Trackhawk on the E Way hit the gas
And then I drove off
Say you don't know my name finna go global
I told momma pray for baby boy cause I'm still out here sinning
I'm the type that just gon' slide myself don't need nobody with me
Beat her box then I get outta there you'd think we bob and whitney
Don't need no new rounds in my circle only day ones vibin' with me
Wan blow up with this rapping
Told my bros they ain't gon' owe me shit Bitch said that I broke her heart I text back my condolences
I been poppin' shit bad nigga y'all ain't know this shit
Knock you off like quick fast nigga bro gon' blow his stick
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I told momma pray for baby boy cause I'm still out here sinning
I'm the type that just gon' slide myself don't need nobody with me
Beat her box then I get outta there you'd think we bob and whitney
Don't need no new rounds in my circle only day ones vibin' with me
Wan blow up with this rapping
Told my bros they ain't gon' owe me shit Bitch said that I broke her heart I text back my condolences
I been poppin' shit bad nigga y'all ain't know this shit
Knock you off like quick fast nigga bro gon' blow his stick
Like boy what you on take your shooters right from round that rim
Make it no shoot zone Stepping all these lil niggas necks ain't have no shoes on
Da right in that jam got a lil time ain't gone be too long
Nah that shit ain't gon' be too long
Young nigga was heaven sent but I'm low key a devil child
I feel like f*ck being a lil' celibate I hit that bitch like every time
My lil' brother told me trust the process big bro it's gone take some
Time
So just stay down and be humble mm-mm it might take a while
Beat the pot mm f*ck that beat the block
Every other day somebody shot
I done seen so many bodies drop
Packs just came in nigga come and shop
If you show me your fye I got a brand new Glock
Nigga mad about bitch got a brand new opp
What the f*ck you thought lil nigga ian finna beef about no thot
I been getting these loads off imma slimy lil' bitch might wipe your nose off
Bitch know shehere doin' all that playing just take your clothes off
Trackhawk on the E Way hit the gas
And then I drove off
Say you don't know my name finna go global
I told momma pray for baby boy cause I'm still out here sinning
I'm the type that just gon' slide myself don't need nobody with me
Beat her box then I get outta there you'd think we bob and whitney
Don't need no new rounds in my circle only day ones vibin' with me
Wan blow up with this rapping
Told my bros they ain't gon' owe me shit Bitch said that I broke her heart I text back my condolences
I been poppin' shit bad nigga y'all ain't know this shit
Knock you off like quick fast nigga bro gon' blow his stick
I'm the type that just gon' slide myself don't need nobody with me
Beat her box then I get outta there you'd think we bob and whitney
Don't need no new rounds in my circle only day ones vibin' with me
Wan blow up with this rapping
Told my bros they ain't gon' owe me shit Bitch said that I broke her heart I text back my condolences
I been poppin' shit bad nigga y'all ain't know this shit
Knock you off like quick fast nigga bro gon' blow his stick
Like boy what you on take your shooters right from round that rim
Make it no shoot zone Stepping all these lil niggas necks ain't have no shoes on
Da right in that jam got a lil time ain't gone be too long
Nah that shit ain't gon' be too long
Young nigga was heaven sent but I'm low key a devil child
I feel like f*ck being a lil' celibate I hit that bitch like every time
My lil' brother told me trust the process big bro it's gone take some
Time
So just stay down and be humble mm-mm it might take a while
Beat the pot mm f*ck that beat the block
Every other day somebody shot
I done seen so many bodies drop
Packs just came in nigga come and shop
If you show me your fye I got a brand new Glock
Nigga mad about bitch got a brand new opp
What the f*ck you thought lil nigga ian finna beef about no thot
I been getting these loads off imma slimy lil' bitch might wipe your nose off
Bitch know shehere doin' all that playing just take your clothes off
Trackhawk on the E Way hit the gas
And then I drove off
Say you don't know my name finna go global
I told momma pray for baby boy cause I'm still out here sinning
I'm the type that just gon' slide myself don't need nobody with me
Beat her box then I get outta there you'd think we bob and whitney
Don't need no new rounds in my circle only day ones vibin' with me
Wan blow up with this rapping
Told my bros they ain't gon' owe me shit Bitch said that I broke her heart I text back my condolences
I been poppin' shit bad nigga y'all ain't know this shit
Knock you off like quick fast nigga bro gon' blow his stick
Writer: Travorius Turner
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