Aye
What
Aye
Aye
Yeah
Aye
Aye
Niggas start runnin when that chopper start bussin
Pour the codeine it go straight to my stomach
Frank in the cut that 40 he clutchin
Shit getting hot like food in the oven
Can't f*ck with these niggas they pussy
Luck been a vet you little niggas some rookies
He say he hard body he crumble like cookies
Serving them grams in school playing hooky
Slamming that work Batista
3 ladders Matt Jeff & Lita
Kick in your door like nice to meet ya
Beat up the mic like Ike did Tina
My niggas ready for war
Shout out my nigga Will for the score
All net we ain't hitting no boards
Got a freaky little bitch I call her a sloar
F*ck from the back I'm pulling her hair
No bumper to bumper I f*ck from the rear
F*ck her then leave watch me disappear
Feel like Goldberg hit this beat with a spear
You niggas ain't trappin you niggas be actin
Slide down his block & I caught his ass lackin
We keep a glizzy when we ride in traffic
Make the pack flip like the shit was gymnastics
They thought it was over but Lucky back at it
She throwing it back so I got to catch it
Get in the bedroom that bitch getting naked
She drop to her knees she started necking
Stay sippin muddy like I was from texas
Slide down his block quiet like a Tesla
Waking up early glock on the dresser
Jump off the top rope like a wrestler
You smoking on boo you ain't smoking no pressure
Serving the whole thing I need extras
We could meet up I ain't got time for texting
Have my youngings come rob him he thought he was flexin
We never slippin bitch we keep some weapons
Beat up the trap teat the shit like it's Tekken
Busting them p's down like Tetris
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Aye
What
Aye
Aye
Yeah
Aye
Aye
Niggas start runnin when that chopper start bussin
Pour the codeine it go straight to my stomach
Frank in the cut that 40 he clutchin
Shit getting hot like food in the oven
Can't f*ck with these niggas they pussy
Luck been a vet you little niggas some rookies
He say he hard body he crumble like cookies
Serving them grams in school playing hooky
Slamming that work Batista
3 ladders Matt Jeff & Lita
Kick in your door like nice to meet ya
Beat up the mic like Ike did Tina
My niggas ready for war
Shout out my nigga Will for the score
All net we ain't hitting no boards
Got a freaky little bitch I call her a sloar
F*ck from the back I'm pulling her hair
No bumper to bumper I f*ck from the rear
F*ck her then leave watch me disappear
Feel like Goldberg hit this beat with a spear
You niggas ain't trappin you niggas be actin
Slide down his block & I caught his ass lackin
We keep a glizzy when we ride in traffic
Make the pack flip like the shit was gymnastics
They thought it was over but Lucky back at it
She throwing it back so I got to catch it
Get in the bedroom that bitch getting naked
She drop to her knees she started necking
Stay sippin muddy like I was from texas
Slide down his block quiet like a Tesla
Waking up early glock on the dresser
Jump off the top rope like a wrestler
You smoking on boo you ain't smoking no pressure
Serving the whole thing I need extras
We could meet up I ain't got time for texting
Have my youngings come rob him he thought he was flexin
We never slippin bitch we keep some weapons
Beat up the trap teat the shit like it's Tekken
Busting them p's down like Tetris
What
Aye
Aye
Yeah
Aye
Aye
Niggas start runnin when that chopper start bussin
Pour the codeine it go straight to my stomach
Frank in the cut that 40 he clutchin
Shit getting hot like food in the oven
Can't f*ck with these niggas they pussy
Luck been a vet you little niggas some rookies
He say he hard body he crumble like cookies
Serving them grams in school playing hooky
Slamming that work Batista
3 ladders Matt Jeff & Lita
Kick in your door like nice to meet ya
Beat up the mic like Ike did Tina
My niggas ready for war
Shout out my nigga Will for the score
All net we ain't hitting no boards
Got a freaky little bitch I call her a sloar
F*ck from the back I'm pulling her hair
No bumper to bumper I f*ck from the rear
F*ck her then leave watch me disappear
Feel like Goldberg hit this beat with a spear
You niggas ain't trappin you niggas be actin
Slide down his block & I caught his ass lackin
We keep a glizzy when we ride in traffic
Make the pack flip like the shit was gymnastics
They thought it was over but Lucky back at it
She throwing it back so I got to catch it
Get in the bedroom that bitch getting naked
She drop to her knees she started necking
Stay sippin muddy like I was from texas
Slide down his block quiet like a Tesla
Waking up early glock on the dresser
Jump off the top rope like a wrestler
You smoking on boo you ain't smoking no pressure
Serving the whole thing I need extras
We could meet up I ain't got time for texting
Have my youngings come rob him he thought he was flexin
We never slippin bitch we keep some weapons
Beat up the trap teat the shit like it's Tekken
Busting them p's down like Tetris
Writer: Rasheed Raoof
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