Yeah
Bitch
Gang
Hol on, hol on
Yeah, yeah yeah
Told that bitch don't talk to me
Cause I got bitches all on me
Gang they hang around with me
And we be smoking all the tree
Told my homies it's a one on one
Come and ball with me
Bitch think she the one
Told that hoe stop calling me
Yeah that hoe want all of me
Give her dick she stalking
Give her dick make that hoe crawl to me
That shit it got her coughing
Think it's sweet cause that boy follow me
We'll put you in a coffin
Glock 19 have that boy hauling feet
My shooter get the hawking
He a Hawk just like Trae Young
Talking hot I get my gun
She a bop but she got buns
He like to talk but don't got funds
Aim at your top we make him run
I pull out Glock and have him stunned
Niggas knowing I'm the one
That nigga lil, He my son
Nigga little like he Stuart
Hit your block we in a Buick
He got Glock but he won't use it
Nigga music Therapeutic
Off that shit it got me zooted
Off that shit got eyes diluted
He talk shit we get him booted
What he say, that shit won't lucid
I got zaza in my system
Lay him down nobody miss him
I got good aim I won't miss him
Brodie hit you with that pistol
Glock go boom just like a missile
You not gang you not official
You not real you artificial
Bro leave his body like dismissal
You not first you in the middle
She suck dick just like a nipple
Boy your money that shit little
You not my bro, you not Matt Riddle
Yeah my set this shit a Nickel
Choppa cut him leave him chiseled
Choppa hit em leave him crippled
If she hungry get my pickle
Told that bitch don't talk to me
Cause I got bitches all on me
Gang they hang around with me
And we be smoking all the tree
Told my homies it's a one on one
Come and ball with me
Bitch think she the one
Told that hoe stop calling me
Yeah that hoe want all of me
Give her dick she stalking
Give her dick make that hoe crawl to me
That shit it got her coughing
Think it's sweet cause that boy follow me
We'll put you in a coffin
Glock 19 have that boy hauling feet
My shooter get the hawking
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Yeah
Bitch
Gang
Hol on, hol on
Yeah, yeah yeah
Told that bitch don't talk to me
Cause I got bitches all on me
Gang they hang around with me
And we be smoking all the tree
Told my homies it's a one on one
Come and ball with me
Bitch think she the one
Told that hoe stop calling me
Yeah that hoe want all of me
Give her dick she stalking
Give her dick make that hoe crawl to me
That shit it got her coughing
Think it's sweet cause that boy follow me
We'll put you in a coffin
Glock 19 have that boy hauling feet
My shooter get the hawking
He a Hawk just like Trae Young
Talking hot I get my gun
She a bop but she got buns
He like to talk but don't got funds
Aim at your top we make him run
I pull out Glock and have him stunned
Niggas knowing I'm the one
That nigga lil, He my son
Nigga little like he Stuart
Hit your block we in a Buick
He got Glock but he won't use it
Nigga music Therapeutic
Off that shit it got me zooted
Off that shit got eyes diluted
He talk shit we get him booted
What he say, that shit won't lucid
I got zaza in my system
Lay him down nobody miss him
I got good aim I won't miss him
Brodie hit you with that pistol
Glock go boom just like a missile
You not gang you not official
You not real you artificial
Bro leave his body like dismissal
You not first you in the middle
She suck dick just like a nipple
Boy your money that shit little
You not my bro, you not Matt Riddle
Yeah my set this shit a Nickel
Choppa cut him leave him chiseled
Choppa hit em leave him crippled
If she hungry get my pickle
Told that bitch don't talk to me
Cause I got bitches all on me
Gang they hang around with me
And we be smoking all the tree
Told my homies it's a one on one
Come and ball with me
Bitch think she the one
Told that hoe stop calling me
Yeah that hoe want all of me
Give her dick she stalking
Give her dick make that hoe crawl to me
That shit it got her coughing
Think it's sweet cause that boy follow me
We'll put you in a coffin
Glock 19 have that boy hauling feet
My shooter get the hawking
Bitch
Gang
Hol on, hol on
Yeah, yeah yeah
Told that bitch don't talk to me
Cause I got bitches all on me
Gang they hang around with me
And we be smoking all the tree
Told my homies it's a one on one
Come and ball with me
Bitch think she the one
Told that hoe stop calling me
Yeah that hoe want all of me
Give her dick she stalking
Give her dick make that hoe crawl to me
That shit it got her coughing
Think it's sweet cause that boy follow me
We'll put you in a coffin
Glock 19 have that boy hauling feet
My shooter get the hawking
He a Hawk just like Trae Young
Talking hot I get my gun
She a bop but she got buns
He like to talk but don't got funds
Aim at your top we make him run
I pull out Glock and have him stunned
Niggas knowing I'm the one
That nigga lil, He my son
Nigga little like he Stuart
Hit your block we in a Buick
He got Glock but he won't use it
Nigga music Therapeutic
Off that shit it got me zooted
Off that shit got eyes diluted
He talk shit we get him booted
What he say, that shit won't lucid
I got zaza in my system
Lay him down nobody miss him
I got good aim I won't miss him
Brodie hit you with that pistol
Glock go boom just like a missile
You not gang you not official
You not real you artificial
Bro leave his body like dismissal
You not first you in the middle
She suck dick just like a nipple
Boy your money that shit little
You not my bro, you not Matt Riddle
Yeah my set this shit a Nickel
Choppa cut him leave him chiseled
Choppa hit em leave him crippled
If she hungry get my pickle
Told that bitch don't talk to me
Cause I got bitches all on me
Gang they hang around with me
And we be smoking all the tree
Told my homies it's a one on one
Come and ball with me
Bitch think she the one
Told that hoe stop calling me
Yeah that hoe want all of me
Give her dick she stalking
Give her dick make that hoe crawl to me
That shit it got her coughing
Think it's sweet cause that boy follow me
We'll put you in a coffin
Glock 19 have that boy hauling feet
My shooter get the hawking
Writer: Caleb B
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