Man, shut the f*ck up, man. What you talking about
Baby, baby
Hey, bro
Chill, bro. Chill
Will, what that is
Do you not get the concept
I can get a nigga whacked for like forty-some reasons
I wasn't in school, I was ducking and treason
And that ain't my bitch, but she talking about she lit
It's a B on my face, boy, you know that I'm bleeding
Hit on my smack and get whacked for no reason
That bitch f*cking, she lit cause she seen me
He caught out the B, trying to say he ain't me
B on my mama
Hustle clean, we gon' burn through the block
Get to cleaning and wiping shit all like some dishes
I need me a new suit and tie cause I feel like a business man
The way that I'm standing, I'm bending
Fifty round top on the back of this Glock
Put a hole in the rod and a stock in transmission
What the f*ck I look like trying to beef with a nigga
It's only me and the guys, I don't see competition
And I'm honestly winning
There's a bag on his head that gon' run up and knock the boy off
Hairpiece stuck in the back of the back of the van at the mall
Trying to let his bitch off
If it's a murder or a murder, I get in the courtroom
Start tripping and say I don't own none at all
I do this shit for my gang and my smackers been wiping shit off
Tell them, free all my dawgs
Infinity fishbowl, I went and got it tinted
For the gang, I'm frontline, I'm lieutenant
Holla my Glocky, this shit finger lickin
He fry his ass like some KFC chicken
On my mama, I'm blankin' on Grape
I done ran this shit up, I ain't been broke in a minute
He diss on the shark and catch one to the head
His hot niggas end up swimming with the fishes
Dakari, who f*cking with you
Nobody
So many shooters hop out of my body
I'm double R-Rich, I don't know about Raleigh
Bad bitch with me, trying to love with my body
So many stitches like a GTI
Louder than that internet talking, that's body for body
I ain't give a nigga wack for like 47 reasons
I wasn't in school, I was ducking the trees
And that ain't my bitch, watch the time that she leave
It's a B on my face, boy, you know that I'm bleeding
Little hoes smack me, get whacked for no reason
Bad bitch f*cking, she lick up the ceiling
He called out the B, trying to say he ain't mean it
He called out the B, trying to say he ain't mean it
I don't know what's wrong with me
I ain't give a nigga wack for like 47 reasons
I don't know what's wrong with me
I don't know what's wrong with me
He called out the B, trying to say he ain't mean it
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Man, shut the f*ck up, man. What you talking about
Baby, baby
Hey, bro
Chill, bro. Chill
Will, what that is
Do you not get the concept
I can get a nigga whacked for like forty-some reasons
I wasn't in school, I was ducking and treason
And that ain't my bitch, but she talking about she lit
It's a B on my face, boy, you know that I'm bleeding
Hit on my smack and get whacked for no reason
That bitch f*cking, she lit cause she seen me
He caught out the B, trying to say he ain't me
B on my mama
Hustle clean, we gon' burn through the block
Get to cleaning and wiping shit all like some dishes
I need me a new suit and tie cause I feel like a business man
The way that I'm standing, I'm bending
Fifty round top on the back of this Glock
Put a hole in the rod and a stock in transmission
What the f*ck I look like trying to beef with a nigga
It's only me and the guys, I don't see competition
And I'm honestly winning
There's a bag on his head that gon' run up and knock the boy off
Hairpiece stuck in the back of the back of the van at the mall
Trying to let his bitch off
If it's a murder or a murder, I get in the courtroom
Start tripping and say I don't own none at all
I do this shit for my gang and my smackers been wiping shit off
Tell them, free all my dawgs
Infinity fishbowl, I went and got it tinted
For the gang, I'm frontline, I'm lieutenant
Holla my Glocky, this shit finger lickin
He fry his ass like some KFC chicken
On my mama, I'm blankin' on Grape
I done ran this shit up, I ain't been broke in a minute
He diss on the shark and catch one to the head
His hot niggas end up swimming with the fishes
Dakari, who f*cking with you
Nobody
So many shooters hop out of my body
I'm double R-Rich, I don't know about Raleigh
Bad bitch with me, trying to love with my body
So many stitches like a GTI
Louder than that internet talking, that's body for body
I ain't give a nigga wack for like 47 reasons
I wasn't in school, I was ducking the trees
And that ain't my bitch, watch the time that she leave
It's a B on my face, boy, you know that I'm bleeding
Little hoes smack me, get whacked for no reason
Bad bitch f*cking, she lick up the ceiling
He called out the B, trying to say he ain't mean it
He called out the B, trying to say he ain't mean it
I don't know what's wrong with me
I ain't give a nigga wack for like 47 reasons
I don't know what's wrong with me
I don't know what's wrong with me
He called out the B, trying to say he ain't mean it
Baby, baby
Hey, bro
Chill, bro. Chill
Will, what that is
Do you not get the concept
I can get a nigga whacked for like forty-some reasons
I wasn't in school, I was ducking and treason
And that ain't my bitch, but she talking about she lit
It's a B on my face, boy, you know that I'm bleeding
Hit on my smack and get whacked for no reason
That bitch f*cking, she lit cause she seen me
He caught out the B, trying to say he ain't me
B on my mama
Hustle clean, we gon' burn through the block
Get to cleaning and wiping shit all like some dishes
I need me a new suit and tie cause I feel like a business man
The way that I'm standing, I'm bending
Fifty round top on the back of this Glock
Put a hole in the rod and a stock in transmission
What the f*ck I look like trying to beef with a nigga
It's only me and the guys, I don't see competition
And I'm honestly winning
There's a bag on his head that gon' run up and knock the boy off
Hairpiece stuck in the back of the back of the van at the mall
Trying to let his bitch off
If it's a murder or a murder, I get in the courtroom
Start tripping and say I don't own none at all
I do this shit for my gang and my smackers been wiping shit off
Tell them, free all my dawgs
Infinity fishbowl, I went and got it tinted
For the gang, I'm frontline, I'm lieutenant
Holla my Glocky, this shit finger lickin
He fry his ass like some KFC chicken
On my mama, I'm blankin' on Grape
I done ran this shit up, I ain't been broke in a minute
He diss on the shark and catch one to the head
His hot niggas end up swimming with the fishes
Dakari, who f*cking with you
Nobody
So many shooters hop out of my body
I'm double R-Rich, I don't know about Raleigh
Bad bitch with me, trying to love with my body
So many stitches like a GTI
Louder than that internet talking, that's body for body
I ain't give a nigga wack for like 47 reasons
I wasn't in school, I was ducking the trees
And that ain't my bitch, watch the time that she leave
It's a B on my face, boy, you know that I'm bleeding
Little hoes smack me, get whacked for no reason
Bad bitch f*cking, she lick up the ceiling
He called out the B, trying to say he ain't mean it
He called out the B, trying to say he ain't mean it
I don't know what's wrong with me
I ain't give a nigga wack for like 47 reasons
I don't know what's wrong with me
I don't know what's wrong with me
He called out the B, trying to say he ain't mean it
Writer: Kari S
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