Squad, squad, squad, squad, squad
HAH
Any bros the Bros could get a ton from me
Aight, fr
I done served so many bowls
The Bros could get a ton from me
You can't claim to be my opp
You see me then you run from me
Have bro put the beats on you
And up this drum, dummy
Put that bag up on your head
No dumb killers that love money
Ah it's jokes then trunk sonny
If we laugh ain't nothing funny
Quit to slime a nigga out
Wipe his snout, his nose runny
White hoes sniffin coke up in the crib
It got the house dusty
How the f*ck you out here slidin' shit
And bitch yo gun rusty
Workin graveyard get it in
Oh that's your trap we breakin' in
Man this shit ain't new to me
Im face to face with death again
Scamm be scamming shit all over
Ayy bro come change the pin
F*ck that show that shit is slow
If I can't get my weapon in
Damn my bitch upset again
Buy a bag to make amends
F'n my bestest friend
We spinnin' blocks in tinted vans
If we robbed your ass before
Lil bitch you gettin' robbed again
We got the lo we at yo doe'
Bitch open up or we poppin' in
Niggas sneak dissin on the gang
Like we don't peep it
Droppin' disses on the low key
Actin' like these niggas leaked it
This shit is childish
Why you niggas be hidin' every time we seekin
Just want the racks whatever
Packs that we left
Bitch you can keep it
Bitch I served so many bowls
The bros could get a ton from it
You can't claim to be my opp
You see me then you run from me
Have Bronem put the beats on you
And up this drum dummy
Put that bag up on your head
No dumb killers that love money
Ah it's jokes then trunk sonny
If we laugh ain't nothin' funny
Quick to slime a nigga out
Wipe his snout his nose runny
White hoes sniffin coke up in the crib
It got the house dusty
How the f*ck you out here slidin' shit
And bitch yo gun rusty
223bloody - From Me Lyrics
223bloody - From Me Lyrics
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Squad, squad, squad, squad, squad
HAH
Any bros the Bros could get a ton from me
Aight, fr
I done served so many bowls
The Bros could get a ton from me
You can't claim to be my opp
You see me then you run from me
Have bro put the beats on you
And up this drum, dummy
Put that bag up on your head
No dumb killers that love money
Ah it's jokes then trunk sonny
If we laugh ain't nothing funny
Quit to slime a nigga out
Wipe his snout, his nose runny
White hoes sniffin coke up in the crib
It got the house dusty
How the f*ck you out here slidin' shit
And bitch yo gun rusty
Workin graveyard get it in
Oh that's your trap we breakin' in
Man this shit ain't new to me
Im face to face with death again
Scamm be scamming shit all over
Ayy bro come change the pin
F*ck that show that shit is slow
If I can't get my weapon in
Damn my bitch upset again
Buy a bag to make amends
F'n my bestest friend
We spinnin' blocks in tinted vans
If we robbed your ass before
Lil bitch you gettin' robbed again
We got the lo we at yo doe'
Bitch open up or we poppin' in
Niggas sneak dissin on the gang
Like we don't peep it
Droppin' disses on the low key
Actin' like these niggas leaked it
This shit is childish
Why you niggas be hidin' every time we seekin
Just want the racks whatever
Packs that we left
Bitch you can keep it
Bitch I served so many bowls
The bros could get a ton from it
You can't claim to be my opp
You see me then you run from me
Have Bronem put the beats on you
And up this drum dummy
Put that bag up on your head
No dumb killers that love money
Ah it's jokes then trunk sonny
If we laugh ain't nothin' funny
Quick to slime a nigga out
Wipe his snout his nose runny
White hoes sniffin coke up in the crib
It got the house dusty
How the f*ck you out here slidin' shit
And bitch yo gun rusty
HAH
Any bros the Bros could get a ton from me
Aight, fr
I done served so many bowls
The Bros could get a ton from me
You can't claim to be my opp
You see me then you run from me
Have bro put the beats on you
And up this drum, dummy
Put that bag up on your head
No dumb killers that love money
Ah it's jokes then trunk sonny
If we laugh ain't nothing funny
Quit to slime a nigga out
Wipe his snout, his nose runny
White hoes sniffin coke up in the crib
It got the house dusty
How the f*ck you out here slidin' shit
And bitch yo gun rusty
Workin graveyard get it in
Oh that's your trap we breakin' in
Man this shit ain't new to me
Im face to face with death again
Scamm be scamming shit all over
Ayy bro come change the pin
F*ck that show that shit is slow
If I can't get my weapon in
Damn my bitch upset again
Buy a bag to make amends
F'n my bestest friend
We spinnin' blocks in tinted vans
If we robbed your ass before
Lil bitch you gettin' robbed again
We got the lo we at yo doe'
Bitch open up or we poppin' in
Niggas sneak dissin on the gang
Like we don't peep it
Droppin' disses on the low key
Actin' like these niggas leaked it
This shit is childish
Why you niggas be hidin' every time we seekin
Just want the racks whatever
Packs that we left
Bitch you can keep it
Bitch I served so many bowls
The bros could get a ton from it
You can't claim to be my opp
You see me then you run from me
Have Bronem put the beats on you
And up this drum dummy
Put that bag up on your head
No dumb killers that love money
Ah it's jokes then trunk sonny
If we laugh ain't nothin' funny
Quick to slime a nigga out
Wipe his snout his nose runny
White hoes sniffin coke up in the crib
It got the house dusty
How the f*ck you out here slidin' shit
And bitch yo gun rusty
Writer: Rashawn Goins
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid