I ain't like the last nigga, I be countin' racks nigga
Gucci, that's the tag nigga, Subi on my ass nigga
I got hella black pistols, I'm gon kill you, I won't diss you
Hallow tips, yea they gon hit you, I walk down, bitch I won't miss you
Shoot-Shootin' at em, I got road rage, nigga I been off the drank, for like four days
You can't rap about that shit, you ain't felt no pain
All you niggas really bitch, yall ain't gon blow a thang
New hunnits, yea they keep on coming in
Brodie told me he want her, if she gon bring a friend
You know he gon hit that shit and she gon call again
But that shit it ain't his fault, cause they gon stalk again
Car gon redline, when I hit the gas again
Shoot yo bad spine if you tell a lie again
Ain't no last time, shoot you, now you in the wind
I ain't like the last nigga, I be countin' racks nigga
Gucci, that's the tag nigga, Subi on my ass nigga
I got hella black pistols, I'm gon kill you, I won't diss you
Hallow tips, yea they gon hit you, I walk down, bitch I won't miss you
Shoot-Shootin' at em, I got road rage, nigga I been off the drank, for like four days
You can't rap about that shit, you ain't felt no pain
All you niggas really bitch, yall ain't gon blow a thang
New hunnits, yea they keep on coming in
Brodie told me he want her, if she gon bring a friend
You know he gon hit that shit and she gon call again
But that shit it ain't his fault, cause they gon stalk again
Car gon redline, when I hit the gas again
Shoot yo bad spine if you tell a lie again
Ain't no last time, shoot you, now you in the wind
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I ain't like the last nigga, I be countin' racks nigga
Gucci, that's the tag nigga, Subi on my ass nigga
I got hella black pistols, I'm gon kill you, I won't diss you
Hallow tips, yea they gon hit you, I walk down, bitch I won't miss you
Shoot-Shootin' at em, I got road rage, nigga I been off the drank, for like four days
You can't rap about that shit, you ain't felt no pain
All you niggas really bitch, yall ain't gon blow a thang
New hunnits, yea they keep on coming in
Brodie told me he want her, if she gon bring a friend
You know he gon hit that shit and she gon call again
But that shit it ain't his fault, cause they gon stalk again
Car gon redline, when I hit the gas again
Shoot yo bad spine if you tell a lie again
Ain't no last time, shoot you, now you in the wind
I ain't like the last nigga, I be countin' racks nigga
Gucci, that's the tag nigga, Subi on my ass nigga
I got hella black pistols, I'm gon kill you, I won't diss you
Hallow tips, yea they gon hit you, I walk down, bitch I won't miss you
Shoot-Shootin' at em, I got road rage, nigga I been off the drank, for like four days
You can't rap about that shit, you ain't felt no pain
All you niggas really bitch, yall ain't gon blow a thang
New hunnits, yea they keep on coming in
Brodie told me he want her, if she gon bring a friend
You know he gon hit that shit and she gon call again
But that shit it ain't his fault, cause they gon stalk again
Car gon redline, when I hit the gas again
Shoot yo bad spine if you tell a lie again
Ain't no last time, shoot you, now you in the wind
Gucci, that's the tag nigga, Subi on my ass nigga
I got hella black pistols, I'm gon kill you, I won't diss you
Hallow tips, yea they gon hit you, I walk down, bitch I won't miss you
Shoot-Shootin' at em, I got road rage, nigga I been off the drank, for like four days
You can't rap about that shit, you ain't felt no pain
All you niggas really bitch, yall ain't gon blow a thang
New hunnits, yea they keep on coming in
Brodie told me he want her, if she gon bring a friend
You know he gon hit that shit and she gon call again
But that shit it ain't his fault, cause they gon stalk again
Car gon redline, when I hit the gas again
Shoot yo bad spine if you tell a lie again
Ain't no last time, shoot you, now you in the wind
I ain't like the last nigga, I be countin' racks nigga
Gucci, that's the tag nigga, Subi on my ass nigga
I got hella black pistols, I'm gon kill you, I won't diss you
Hallow tips, yea they gon hit you, I walk down, bitch I won't miss you
Shoot-Shootin' at em, I got road rage, nigga I been off the drank, for like four days
You can't rap about that shit, you ain't felt no pain
All you niggas really bitch, yall ain't gon blow a thang
New hunnits, yea they keep on coming in
Brodie told me he want her, if she gon bring a friend
You know he gon hit that shit and she gon call again
But that shit it ain't his fault, cause they gon stalk again
Car gon redline, when I hit the gas again
Shoot yo bad spine if you tell a lie again
Ain't no last time, shoot you, now you in the wind
Writer: Alonzo Jones
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid