Niggas they know it's on cam when i slide
Say sum bout Von, niggas know that they dyin
.556, .223 bullets they flyin
These niggas so gangsta but they steady hidin(haha)
We know you not gangsta, we know you don't slide
Niggas needa get active
You know I got choppa, you know ima' blast it
Bad lil vibe and you know that she classy
Niggas think that we comin, we pistol packin
Von pass that chop, you know we not lackin
Feelin like Pmac, niggas know that I'm mackin
Had to get it by myself, I had to make it happen
360 nights, nigga I was out trappin
Sneakin all the way in, yea I got it clappin
She don't want no kids, so it ain't happen
F*ck
Bitch on my body, you know that she feelin me
It's me vs the world, this shit ain't easy
Walk down nigga, this shit get greasy
I feel like gunna, this shit to easy
Lil twin got the za, finna get sleepy
F*ck, f*ck, f*ck
I got no munyun, im finna go spin dude
Twin wiggin out, his ass kinda rude
Fine shit hit me up, said she wanna groove
Lil twin hit me up, I said "what's the move?"
He wanna go shoot shit, he shoot at the moon
Smith & Wesson, nigga know I got tools
Pass the stick, nigga let me just do it
Feel like Nike, nigga ima' just do it
Get the racks, ima' get straight to it
Feel like B Lou, let's get straight to it
I got the pole, nigga know I ain't lackin
Can't see the fye, niggas think I ain't have it
Seen the nigga outside told him "push up"
If your ass try to rob me, tell you "good luck"
I got that za, this that shit make you pass out
Boy you gay as f*ck, you walk wit your crack out
I'm on the track wit my brothers, we f*ckin it up
Green f*ck nigga when I pop out the cut
F&N-57, f*ck up his cut
Remove my wanted level, go on the run
Lil fine shit eatin me up for some lunch
She eatin me up for some dinner
I put that bitch on her back, then I open her legs, and I put my dick in her
Hang out at the trap, and we posted with killers
We smokin on dope, we get high to the ceiling
Nigga you rat, you told, you spillin
I f*ck on that bitch while I'm wearin my slippers
What the f*ck
I'm in the crib, and I got me a bad bitch
She in my bed, and she doin gymnastics
Hop out the bed, and you know that I'm swaggin
You play wit the gang, you get put in a casket
I get outta the crib and I go make it happen
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Niggas they know it's on cam when i slide
Say sum bout Von, niggas know that they dyin
.556, .223 bullets they flyin
These niggas so gangsta but they steady hidin(haha)
We know you not gangsta, we know you don't slide
Niggas needa get active
You know I got choppa, you know ima' blast it
Bad lil vibe and you know that she classy
Niggas think that we comin, we pistol packin
Von pass that chop, you know we not lackin
Feelin like Pmac, niggas know that I'm mackin
Had to get it by myself, I had to make it happen
360 nights, nigga I was out trappin
Sneakin all the way in, yea I got it clappin
She don't want no kids, so it ain't happen
F*ck
Bitch on my body, you know that she feelin me
It's me vs the world, this shit ain't easy
Walk down nigga, this shit get greasy
I feel like gunna, this shit to easy
Lil twin got the za, finna get sleepy
F*ck, f*ck, f*ck
I got no munyun, im finna go spin dude
Twin wiggin out, his ass kinda rude
Fine shit hit me up, said she wanna groove
Lil twin hit me up, I said "what's the move?"
He wanna go shoot shit, he shoot at the moon
Smith & Wesson, nigga know I got tools
Pass the stick, nigga let me just do it
Feel like Nike, nigga ima' just do it
Get the racks, ima' get straight to it
Feel like B Lou, let's get straight to it
I got the pole, nigga know I ain't lackin
Can't see the fye, niggas think I ain't have it
Seen the nigga outside told him "push up"
If your ass try to rob me, tell you "good luck"
I got that za, this that shit make you pass out
Boy you gay as f*ck, you walk wit your crack out
I'm on the track wit my brothers, we f*ckin it up
Green f*ck nigga when I pop out the cut
F&N-57, f*ck up his cut
Remove my wanted level, go on the run
Lil fine shit eatin me up for some lunch
She eatin me up for some dinner
I put that bitch on her back, then I open her legs, and I put my dick in her
Hang out at the trap, and we posted with killers
We smokin on dope, we get high to the ceiling
Nigga you rat, you told, you spillin
I f*ck on that bitch while I'm wearin my slippers
What the f*ck
I'm in the crib, and I got me a bad bitch
She in my bed, and she doin gymnastics
Hop out the bed, and you know that I'm swaggin
You play wit the gang, you get put in a casket
I get outta the crib and I go make it happen
Say sum bout Von, niggas know that they dyin
.556, .223 bullets they flyin
These niggas so gangsta but they steady hidin(haha)
We know you not gangsta, we know you don't slide
Niggas needa get active
You know I got choppa, you know ima' blast it
Bad lil vibe and you know that she classy
Niggas think that we comin, we pistol packin
Von pass that chop, you know we not lackin
Feelin like Pmac, niggas know that I'm mackin
Had to get it by myself, I had to make it happen
360 nights, nigga I was out trappin
Sneakin all the way in, yea I got it clappin
She don't want no kids, so it ain't happen
F*ck
Bitch on my body, you know that she feelin me
It's me vs the world, this shit ain't easy
Walk down nigga, this shit get greasy
I feel like gunna, this shit to easy
Lil twin got the za, finna get sleepy
F*ck, f*ck, f*ck
I got no munyun, im finna go spin dude
Twin wiggin out, his ass kinda rude
Fine shit hit me up, said she wanna groove
Lil twin hit me up, I said "what's the move?"
He wanna go shoot shit, he shoot at the moon
Smith & Wesson, nigga know I got tools
Pass the stick, nigga let me just do it
Feel like Nike, nigga ima' just do it
Get the racks, ima' get straight to it
Feel like B Lou, let's get straight to it
I got the pole, nigga know I ain't lackin
Can't see the fye, niggas think I ain't have it
Seen the nigga outside told him "push up"
If your ass try to rob me, tell you "good luck"
I got that za, this that shit make you pass out
Boy you gay as f*ck, you walk wit your crack out
I'm on the track wit my brothers, we f*ckin it up
Green f*ck nigga when I pop out the cut
F&N-57, f*ck up his cut
Remove my wanted level, go on the run
Lil fine shit eatin me up for some lunch
She eatin me up for some dinner
I put that bitch on her back, then I open her legs, and I put my dick in her
Hang out at the trap, and we posted with killers
We smokin on dope, we get high to the ceiling
Nigga you rat, you told, you spillin
I f*ck on that bitch while I'm wearin my slippers
What the f*ck
I'm in the crib, and I got me a bad bitch
She in my bed, and she doin gymnastics
Hop out the bed, and you know that I'm swaggin
You play wit the gang, you get put in a casket
I get outta the crib and I go make it happen
Writer: Von Moore, Quay Hoskins
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