I'm like, ah haa, heard your brother done got whacked, Told you ain't want war with us, bitch, we got more guns than a raq
If you reach, then I'ma teach, uh uh uh, this ain't that, They thought I was done rap', naw that's bap, I'm spinnin' back
Grew up in the bando shit, its like I was born to serve these packs, Man, this shit run in my blood, my momma and my daddy trapp
Man, they tried to spin that, bend f*cked around and caught a flat, Heard it's bread up on my head, ain't worried, bitch, we'll triple that
Man, I fell back on the stu, yeah, this rap shit got too easy, You want me to sign the deal, bet up two mil just like you peezy
Passed that hoe to rake, told her she gon' fall off if she leave me, I don't sip no juice, bitch, I drop two deuces in the freeze
Bitch, I skirt the hoopty like a SRT up on some skates, It's a hunnit n fifty on that dash, too fast to pump the brakes
I'm with my mans, we poppin the Xans, bitch, we T'd, can't feel my face, Man, I say I'm over the beef, but it ain't shit to raise the stakes
Man, this bitch think I'm dumb, ha, her goofy ass, She want Louis swag and Gucci bags with her fake bougie ass
Bitch, I'm the shit, bitch, I'm too lit to be out here buyin' Birkin bags, Rather spend that shit on perks then f*ck around and skirt the Jag
I know niggas scheming, swiping cards, my niggas broke the pin, Bitch, I keep a Glock, yeah, Im wish death on by many men
For that doughboy, have my lil' niggas slide in minivans, I'm always cautious, nigga, I can't get caught up in petty jams
Ah ha, heard your brother done got whacked, Told you ain't want war with us, bitch, we got more guns than a raq
If you reach, I'ma teach, uh uh uh, This ain't that, they thought I was done rap', Naw that's bap, I'm spinnin' back
Grew up in a bando, shit, its like I was born to serve these packs, Man, this shit run in my blood, my mama and my daddy trapp
Man, they try to spin that, been f*cked around and caught a flat, Heard it's bread up on my head, ain't worried, bitch, we'll triple that
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I'm like, ah haa, heard your brother done got whacked, Told you ain't want war with us, bitch, we got more guns than a raq
If you reach, then I'ma teach, uh uh uh, this ain't that, They thought I was done rap', naw that's bap, I'm spinnin' back
Grew up in the bando shit, its like I was born to serve these packs, Man, this shit run in my blood, my momma and my daddy trapp
Man, they tried to spin that, bend f*cked around and caught a flat, Heard it's bread up on my head, ain't worried, bitch, we'll triple that
Man, I fell back on the stu, yeah, this rap shit got too easy, You want me to sign the deal, bet up two mil just like you peezy
Passed that hoe to rake, told her she gon' fall off if she leave me, I don't sip no juice, bitch, I drop two deuces in the freeze
Bitch, I skirt the hoopty like a SRT up on some skates, It's a hunnit n fifty on that dash, too fast to pump the brakes
I'm with my mans, we poppin the Xans, bitch, we T'd, can't feel my face, Man, I say I'm over the beef, but it ain't shit to raise the stakes
Man, this bitch think I'm dumb, ha, her goofy ass, She want Louis swag and Gucci bags with her fake bougie ass
Bitch, I'm the shit, bitch, I'm too lit to be out here buyin' Birkin bags, Rather spend that shit on perks then f*ck around and skirt the Jag
I know niggas scheming, swiping cards, my niggas broke the pin, Bitch, I keep a Glock, yeah, Im wish death on by many men
For that doughboy, have my lil' niggas slide in minivans, I'm always cautious, nigga, I can't get caught up in petty jams
Ah ha, heard your brother done got whacked, Told you ain't want war with us, bitch, we got more guns than a raq
If you reach, I'ma teach, uh uh uh, This ain't that, they thought I was done rap', Naw that's bap, I'm spinnin' back
Grew up in a bando, shit, its like I was born to serve these packs, Man, this shit run in my blood, my mama and my daddy trapp
Man, they try to spin that, been f*cked around and caught a flat, Heard it's bread up on my head, ain't worried, bitch, we'll triple that
If you reach, then I'ma teach, uh uh uh, this ain't that, They thought I was done rap', naw that's bap, I'm spinnin' back
Grew up in the bando shit, its like I was born to serve these packs, Man, this shit run in my blood, my momma and my daddy trapp
Man, they tried to spin that, bend f*cked around and caught a flat, Heard it's bread up on my head, ain't worried, bitch, we'll triple that
Man, I fell back on the stu, yeah, this rap shit got too easy, You want me to sign the deal, bet up two mil just like you peezy
Passed that hoe to rake, told her she gon' fall off if she leave me, I don't sip no juice, bitch, I drop two deuces in the freeze
Bitch, I skirt the hoopty like a SRT up on some skates, It's a hunnit n fifty on that dash, too fast to pump the brakes
I'm with my mans, we poppin the Xans, bitch, we T'd, can't feel my face, Man, I say I'm over the beef, but it ain't shit to raise the stakes
Man, this bitch think I'm dumb, ha, her goofy ass, She want Louis swag and Gucci bags with her fake bougie ass
Bitch, I'm the shit, bitch, I'm too lit to be out here buyin' Birkin bags, Rather spend that shit on perks then f*ck around and skirt the Jag
I know niggas scheming, swiping cards, my niggas broke the pin, Bitch, I keep a Glock, yeah, Im wish death on by many men
For that doughboy, have my lil' niggas slide in minivans, I'm always cautious, nigga, I can't get caught up in petty jams
Ah ha, heard your brother done got whacked, Told you ain't want war with us, bitch, we got more guns than a raq
If you reach, I'ma teach, uh uh uh, This ain't that, they thought I was done rap', Naw that's bap, I'm spinnin' back
Grew up in a bando, shit, its like I was born to serve these packs, Man, this shit run in my blood, my mama and my daddy trapp
Man, they try to spin that, been f*cked around and caught a flat, Heard it's bread up on my head, ain't worried, bitch, we'll triple that
Writer: Rashawn Goins
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