Ay, yuh
That lil nigga shooting bricks like he hate the rim (yuh)
Bullets they gon make him slim lil nigga im not talking jim
Nigga say he moving pounds, he lightweight need to hit a gym
Shark up in this water, you a fish lil nigga sink or swim
Nigga talking crazy on the net then he might lose a limb
Feelin' like a boogie in New York, i'm steppin' in my timbs
Got two choppas, Mary Kate and Ashley, yea I think they twins
You not my friend, so if you keep on talking, we gon' spin again
Pull up with them beams
They red and green
We shooting at yo spleen
Talkin 23, you know im swinging like i'm Draymond Green
Talking Billie Jean, no dirty sprite but we gon' make you lean
He think that he mean we leave him clean just like some listerine
He think that he me, but know he not we pull up to his block
Pocket rocket in my jeans lil nigga, limping when i walk
Pull up to his crib and check my watch nigga it's glock o'clock
Choppa turn his street into a oven, now his block is hot
Bae we puffin that magnolia, yea you know we tryna smoke
Got two ARP's, but i'm never looking through that scope
This that good za nigga, this that smoke that hit your throat
This that great za nigga, this that shit that make you cough and choke (ha 1of1)
Got two choppas, Bonnie Clyde
All my niggas down to ride
Yea you know we clutching flames, sending shots up to yo eye
If that nigga talking crazy, send that nigga to the sky
Yea he talking on the net, I showed that pussy boy he pie
Twin AP's, you know i'm tryna up my rank
Whats that odor in the air, that mary jane I know it stank
Whats that in my cup, bitch you know I sip that drank
If I ever sit in cells, then you know I swing that shank
If I see that boy in traffic then i'm upping on this K
Lazer blue, just like windex cuz' you know thats how we spray
If I see a opp, clutch my flame I do it broad day
808 go through his hat, I send that nigga to the gates
This mac gon' send him to the floor
You would think i'm from the block the way i'm tryna up the score
With the guys already know
See me then he duck his fro
Mac 11, extendo clips, 100 shots I let em blow
I ain't made a song inna minute
Had to get em on when im in it
Think im too strong when they listen
Man its too long for a hearing
Three minutes in
People fearing
Killing all the shows
In the future
Filling all the roles
Like a suture
Feeling like a pro
Making maneuvers
Pistola wit a ruler
Internet talking
Like a rumor
Big as the moon
Call me lunar
Making bad decisions
Imma loser
Still making shots
Like I'm steph
Cause really am top shooter
Think I lost it
Like my old self
But i am exhausted
Got her leaking
Like a leaky faucet
I can't see man
Am I really
Lost in the darkness
Help me please
Cause this is just really costing
The way I tossed him
In the garbage
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Ay, yuh
That lil nigga shooting bricks like he hate the rim (yuh)
Bullets they gon make him slim lil nigga im not talking jim
Nigga say he moving pounds, he lightweight need to hit a gym
Shark up in this water, you a fish lil nigga sink or swim
Nigga talking crazy on the net then he might lose a limb
Feelin' like a boogie in New York, i'm steppin' in my timbs
Got two choppas, Mary Kate and Ashley, yea I think they twins
You not my friend, so if you keep on talking, we gon' spin again
Pull up with them beams
They red and green
We shooting at yo spleen
Talkin 23, you know im swinging like i'm Draymond Green
Talking Billie Jean, no dirty sprite but we gon' make you lean
He think that he mean we leave him clean just like some listerine
He think that he me, but know he not we pull up to his block
Pocket rocket in my jeans lil nigga, limping when i walk
Pull up to his crib and check my watch nigga it's glock o'clock
Choppa turn his street into a oven, now his block is hot
Bae we puffin that magnolia, yea you know we tryna smoke
Got two ARP's, but i'm never looking through that scope
This that good za nigga, this that smoke that hit your throat
This that great za nigga, this that shit that make you cough and choke (ha 1of1)
Got two choppas, Bonnie Clyde
All my niggas down to ride
Yea you know we clutching flames, sending shots up to yo eye
If that nigga talking crazy, send that nigga to the sky
Yea he talking on the net, I showed that pussy boy he pie
Twin AP's, you know i'm tryna up my rank
Whats that odor in the air, that mary jane I know it stank
Whats that in my cup, bitch you know I sip that drank
If I ever sit in cells, then you know I swing that shank
If I see that boy in traffic then i'm upping on this K
Lazer blue, just like windex cuz' you know thats how we spray
If I see a opp, clutch my flame I do it broad day
808 go through his hat, I send that nigga to the gates
This mac gon' send him to the floor
You would think i'm from the block the way i'm tryna up the score
With the guys already know
See me then he duck his fro
Mac 11, extendo clips, 100 shots I let em blow
I ain't made a song inna minute
Had to get em on when im in it
Think im too strong when they listen
Man its too long for a hearing
Three minutes in
People fearing
Killing all the shows
In the future
Filling all the roles
Like a suture
Feeling like a pro
Making maneuvers
Pistola wit a ruler
Internet talking
Like a rumor
Big as the moon
Call me lunar
Making bad decisions
Imma loser
Still making shots
Like I'm steph
Cause really am top shooter
Think I lost it
Like my old self
But i am exhausted
Got her leaking
Like a leaky faucet
I can't see man
Am I really
Lost in the darkness
Help me please
Cause this is just really costing
The way I tossed him
In the garbage
That lil nigga shooting bricks like he hate the rim (yuh)
Bullets they gon make him slim lil nigga im not talking jim
Nigga say he moving pounds, he lightweight need to hit a gym
Shark up in this water, you a fish lil nigga sink or swim
Nigga talking crazy on the net then he might lose a limb
Feelin' like a boogie in New York, i'm steppin' in my timbs
Got two choppas, Mary Kate and Ashley, yea I think they twins
You not my friend, so if you keep on talking, we gon' spin again
Pull up with them beams
They red and green
We shooting at yo spleen
Talkin 23, you know im swinging like i'm Draymond Green
Talking Billie Jean, no dirty sprite but we gon' make you lean
He think that he mean we leave him clean just like some listerine
He think that he me, but know he not we pull up to his block
Pocket rocket in my jeans lil nigga, limping when i walk
Pull up to his crib and check my watch nigga it's glock o'clock
Choppa turn his street into a oven, now his block is hot
Bae we puffin that magnolia, yea you know we tryna smoke
Got two ARP's, but i'm never looking through that scope
This that good za nigga, this that smoke that hit your throat
This that great za nigga, this that shit that make you cough and choke (ha 1of1)
Got two choppas, Bonnie Clyde
All my niggas down to ride
Yea you know we clutching flames, sending shots up to yo eye
If that nigga talking crazy, send that nigga to the sky
Yea he talking on the net, I showed that pussy boy he pie
Twin AP's, you know i'm tryna up my rank
Whats that odor in the air, that mary jane I know it stank
Whats that in my cup, bitch you know I sip that drank
If I ever sit in cells, then you know I swing that shank
If I see that boy in traffic then i'm upping on this K
Lazer blue, just like windex cuz' you know thats how we spray
If I see a opp, clutch my flame I do it broad day
808 go through his hat, I send that nigga to the gates
This mac gon' send him to the floor
You would think i'm from the block the way i'm tryna up the score
With the guys already know
See me then he duck his fro
Mac 11, extendo clips, 100 shots I let em blow
I ain't made a song inna minute
Had to get em on when im in it
Think im too strong when they listen
Man its too long for a hearing
Three minutes in
People fearing
Killing all the shows
In the future
Filling all the roles
Like a suture
Feeling like a pro
Making maneuvers
Pistola wit a ruler
Internet talking
Like a rumor
Big as the moon
Call me lunar
Making bad decisions
Imma loser
Still making shots
Like I'm steph
Cause really am top shooter
Think I lost it
Like my old self
But i am exhausted
Got her leaking
Like a leaky faucet
I can't see man
Am I really
Lost in the darkness
Help me please
Cause this is just really costing
The way I tossed him
In the garbage
Writer: JD Bazile, Zay Allen
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid