Ayy, look, haha, ayy, look nga, you already know who the f*ck it is, haha
Bitch I said, do you really love me? I need a bitch with me
Ngas always bringin' up my name, I'm not y'all big homie
Youngest in da game, but we be steppin like we da big homies
Catch off his neck, just chop a spray on him
Dis nga talkin' out his neck, we gon' put the gun on him
And this choppa like a thot, she takin' brains off
I just poured a deuce, I think I'm bout' to take off
Bitch was all up on my phone, I told that bitch to f*ck off
I'm just tryna make my bread, bitch, there ain't no days off
Leave his ass leakin' on his roof, his mama thinkin' that it's raindrops
Passed the pole to bro and he gon' make that nga brain stop
Nerd-ass nga, hop off my dick and go to GameStop
Man, y'all some pussies
Pull up with the chops, dracs, AKs and toolies
Saw your bitch in the back hangin' around with all them goofies
Caught a sucka loafin', now he toothless
Squad full of bosses, nga, ain't nothin' new
Stick to that green, nga, no elmers glue
You ain't really in these streets, nga, nah, this ain't you
You ain't really in these streets, nga, nah, this ain't you
Ho
Get to steppin', drum mags with extensions
Pussy ngas can't accept it, when we come, we comin' reckless, nga
In my sections where with bitches, it get hectic
For that chain, my youngless reckless
Better tuck it for that toolie boom you
And by the way, I am not cappin
Bent the block he saw your brother, he got turned to Casper
He got turned to Casper
Bent the block he saw your brother, he got turned to Casper
Bitch was all up on my dick, she shake ass for me
She gave me top, this shit feel great, it's like ecstasy
Heard that nga told on bro, he can't run from me
His mama prayin' but this nigga committing blasphemy (YOUR GOIN TO HELL)
Ayy, cause I'm really like that
Shoot that nigga in his face, brang him right back
Bitch stop sending me your pussy, I don't like that
Ran it up cause no money, I don't like that
We just caught that nga lacking, told him fight back
All my ngas throwing threes, this not Tic Tac
All my ngas eating good, we like Big Macs
Them suckas losers, they need to spin back
Why this nga talking shit, but he don't know nobody
If this rap shit don't work, I'm killing everybody
Put a switch on this bitch, cause I'm hitting everybody
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English
Ayy, look, haha, ayy, look nga, you already know who the f*ck it is, haha
Bitch I said, do you really love me? I need a bitch with me
Ngas always bringin' up my name, I'm not y'all big homie
Youngest in da game, but we be steppin like we da big homies
Catch off his neck, just chop a spray on him
Dis nga talkin' out his neck, we gon' put the gun on him
And this choppa like a thot, she takin' brains off
I just poured a deuce, I think I'm bout' to take off
Bitch was all up on my phone, I told that bitch to f*ck off
I'm just tryna make my bread, bitch, there ain't no days off
Leave his ass leakin' on his roof, his mama thinkin' that it's raindrops
Passed the pole to bro and he gon' make that nga brain stop
Nerd-ass nga, hop off my dick and go to GameStop
Man, y'all some pussies
Pull up with the chops, dracs, AKs and toolies
Saw your bitch in the back hangin' around with all them goofies
Caught a sucka loafin', now he toothless
Squad full of bosses, nga, ain't nothin' new
Stick to that green, nga, no elmers glue
You ain't really in these streets, nga, nah, this ain't you
You ain't really in these streets, nga, nah, this ain't you
Ho
Get to steppin', drum mags with extensions
Pussy ngas can't accept it, when we come, we comin' reckless, nga
In my sections where with bitches, it get hectic
For that chain, my youngless reckless
Better tuck it for that toolie boom you
And by the way, I am not cappin
Bent the block he saw your brother, he got turned to Casper
He got turned to Casper
Bent the block he saw your brother, he got turned to Casper
Bitch was all up on my dick, she shake ass for me
She gave me top, this shit feel great, it's like ecstasy
Heard that nga told on bro, he can't run from me
His mama prayin' but this nigga committing blasphemy (YOUR GOIN TO HELL)
Ayy, cause I'm really like that
Shoot that nigga in his face, brang him right back
Bitch stop sending me your pussy, I don't like that
Ran it up cause no money, I don't like that
We just caught that nga lacking, told him fight back
All my ngas throwing threes, this not Tic Tac
All my ngas eating good, we like Big Macs
Them suckas losers, they need to spin back
Why this nga talking shit, but he don't know nobody
If this rap shit don't work, I'm killing everybody
Put a switch on this bitch, cause I'm hitting everybody
Bitch I said, do you really love me? I need a bitch with me
Ngas always bringin' up my name, I'm not y'all big homie
Youngest in da game, but we be steppin like we da big homies
Catch off his neck, just chop a spray on him
Dis nga talkin' out his neck, we gon' put the gun on him
And this choppa like a thot, she takin' brains off
I just poured a deuce, I think I'm bout' to take off
Bitch was all up on my phone, I told that bitch to f*ck off
I'm just tryna make my bread, bitch, there ain't no days off
Leave his ass leakin' on his roof, his mama thinkin' that it's raindrops
Passed the pole to bro and he gon' make that nga brain stop
Nerd-ass nga, hop off my dick and go to GameStop
Man, y'all some pussies
Pull up with the chops, dracs, AKs and toolies
Saw your bitch in the back hangin' around with all them goofies
Caught a sucka loafin', now he toothless
Squad full of bosses, nga, ain't nothin' new
Stick to that green, nga, no elmers glue
You ain't really in these streets, nga, nah, this ain't you
You ain't really in these streets, nga, nah, this ain't you
Ho
Get to steppin', drum mags with extensions
Pussy ngas can't accept it, when we come, we comin' reckless, nga
In my sections where with bitches, it get hectic
For that chain, my youngless reckless
Better tuck it for that toolie boom you
And by the way, I am not cappin
Bent the block he saw your brother, he got turned to Casper
He got turned to Casper
Bent the block he saw your brother, he got turned to Casper
Bitch was all up on my dick, she shake ass for me
She gave me top, this shit feel great, it's like ecstasy
Heard that nga told on bro, he can't run from me
His mama prayin' but this nigga committing blasphemy (YOUR GOIN TO HELL)
Ayy, cause I'm really like that
Shoot that nigga in his face, brang him right back
Bitch stop sending me your pussy, I don't like that
Ran it up cause no money, I don't like that
We just caught that nga lacking, told him fight back
All my ngas throwing threes, this not Tic Tac
All my ngas eating good, we like Big Macs
Them suckas losers, they need to spin back
Why this nga talking shit, but he don't know nobody
If this rap shit don't work, I'm killing everybody
Put a switch on this bitch, cause I'm hitting everybody
Writer: Christopher Pagsolingan JR
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid