I won't sit here and say I won't kill no nigga
Chopper with a f*ckin' blade, try me, then you finna
Get shot down just for fun, run up on me, then you done
Don't you just love it when a pussy nigga run
Ayy, you talkin' all that shit up on the web like you my son
These niggas think it's fun until a nigga end up gunned
I pull up on your block, bitch, then I burn you like the sun
Walk down on my lonely nigga, I am number one
Chillin' with the f*ckin' beasts, we get swinging tree to tree
Smokin' all these f*ckin' trees, fill my lungs with glee
I'ma need it, cause I gotta catch a body
Black coupe, diamond rims, that's a hottie
Pull up with a bad, bitch, catch a body
Opps pull up beside us, so I grab my harley
Baby, close your eyes, this finna be gnarly
These bullets get to flyin', they missin' me hardly
I sent the bullets back, f*cked up his rari
It's a critical attack, blow up the whole V
She say, babe, why you do that? Well, I'm not sorry
If I didn't kill his ass, we'd be with O.G
Yeah, they f*ckin' with your head, let me come and make it better
Phone on DND, take it off, I ain't tryna settle
Tryna make up all this money, I'm tryna pull it all together
Got the Glock up in my hand, it's almost lighter than a feather
I'm movin' like the weather, I can't fall under pressure
Baby girl, I'm hurt right now, come and be my pleasure
Move mysterious like the weather, I can see it through the blind like a fortune teller
Yeah, baby, come and sit up under my umbrella
She open her legs wide like a fortune teller
I had asked, do she like chocolate, she said she like vanilla
I got money on my mind, money on my schedule
She had suck my f*ckin' dick and she had got my head blown
I been fadin' all day, fadin' out my f*ckin' zone
I got two trap houses and two trap phones
Smokin' all f*ckin' day, you can feel it in your bones
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I won't sit here and say I won't kill no nigga
Chopper with a f*ckin' blade, try me, then you finna
Get shot down just for fun, run up on me, then you done
Don't you just love it when a pussy nigga run
Ayy, you talkin' all that shit up on the web like you my son
These niggas think it's fun until a nigga end up gunned
I pull up on your block, bitch, then I burn you like the sun
Walk down on my lonely nigga, I am number one
Chillin' with the f*ckin' beasts, we get swinging tree to tree
Smokin' all these f*ckin' trees, fill my lungs with glee
I'ma need it, cause I gotta catch a body
Black coupe, diamond rims, that's a hottie
Pull up with a bad, bitch, catch a body
Opps pull up beside us, so I grab my harley
Baby, close your eyes, this finna be gnarly
These bullets get to flyin', they missin' me hardly
I sent the bullets back, f*cked up his rari
It's a critical attack, blow up the whole V
She say, babe, why you do that? Well, I'm not sorry
If I didn't kill his ass, we'd be with O.G
Yeah, they f*ckin' with your head, let me come and make it better
Phone on DND, take it off, I ain't tryna settle
Tryna make up all this money, I'm tryna pull it all together
Got the Glock up in my hand, it's almost lighter than a feather
I'm movin' like the weather, I can't fall under pressure
Baby girl, I'm hurt right now, come and be my pleasure
Move mysterious like the weather, I can see it through the blind like a fortune teller
Yeah, baby, come and sit up under my umbrella
She open her legs wide like a fortune teller
I had asked, do she like chocolate, she said she like vanilla
I got money on my mind, money on my schedule
She had suck my f*ckin' dick and she had got my head blown
I been fadin' all day, fadin' out my f*ckin' zone
I got two trap houses and two trap phones
Smokin' all f*ckin' day, you can feel it in your bones
Chopper with a f*ckin' blade, try me, then you finna
Get shot down just for fun, run up on me, then you done
Don't you just love it when a pussy nigga run
Ayy, you talkin' all that shit up on the web like you my son
These niggas think it's fun until a nigga end up gunned
I pull up on your block, bitch, then I burn you like the sun
Walk down on my lonely nigga, I am number one
Chillin' with the f*ckin' beasts, we get swinging tree to tree
Smokin' all these f*ckin' trees, fill my lungs with glee
I'ma need it, cause I gotta catch a body
Black coupe, diamond rims, that's a hottie
Pull up with a bad, bitch, catch a body
Opps pull up beside us, so I grab my harley
Baby, close your eyes, this finna be gnarly
These bullets get to flyin', they missin' me hardly
I sent the bullets back, f*cked up his rari
It's a critical attack, blow up the whole V
She say, babe, why you do that? Well, I'm not sorry
If I didn't kill his ass, we'd be with O.G
Yeah, they f*ckin' with your head, let me come and make it better
Phone on DND, take it off, I ain't tryna settle
Tryna make up all this money, I'm tryna pull it all together
Got the Glock up in my hand, it's almost lighter than a feather
I'm movin' like the weather, I can't fall under pressure
Baby girl, I'm hurt right now, come and be my pleasure
Move mysterious like the weather, I can see it through the blind like a fortune teller
Yeah, baby, come and sit up under my umbrella
She open her legs wide like a fortune teller
I had asked, do she like chocolate, she said she like vanilla
I got money on my mind, money on my schedule
She had suck my f*ckin' dick and she had got my head blown
I been fadin' all day, fadin' out my f*ckin' zone
I got two trap houses and two trap phones
Smokin' all f*ckin' day, you can feel it in your bones
Writer: Tracy Claiborne, Jonavon Gremillion, Tony Thomas
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Performed By: Unknown
Language: English
Length: 2:33
Written by: Tracy Claiborne, Jonavon Gremillion, Tony Thomas