Pull the glocks out
Whip down on his block and let some shots out
Got my money up buku bags finna drop now
Try to stop my shine, f*ck the fame, out my top haa
Before I take a L, going back to the block waaannnnn
Say yu gone kill me, when yu see me keep that energy
They say he out his mind, don't know what got into me
Plotting on ending me, Tell em to get used to me
FBF Middle fingers down, F*ck All My Enemies
Gang Shit
Put his face on a tee, make him famous
Heard that nigga cappin but that bitch don't speak my language
Silverback in the jungle running wild and untamed yea
How he suppose to think, headshots leave him brain dead Yea
She dropped a addy, f*ckin on a opp
Ole boy got shot and what's a name had hopped out and kicked rocks
4 Nickel to his mind, red bandana round the glock
Like a stripper on the pole, Ima make that Thang pop
Like what yu sayin
Lay a nigga down, he already made his bed
I ain't stopping til I'm finish, I want all them bitches dead
Turn yo SnapBack to a beanie, turn yo philly to some dreads
At the barbershop, How much yu charge for a head
Gang Shit
Hollerin out it's smoke, we bring that flame bitch
Pull up, Hop out with that stick and let dem bullets rain bitch
Couldn't stand the pressure, He copped out then his team switched
We been puttin niggas up, they saying I'm a demon
Fiending
Abusing all these drugs for no reason
I cant trust a soul, Niggas change like the season
Check the score, we up by 4, so tell me how we beefing
Diving in dat water that yu scared to put yo feet
What yu sayin
Lay a nigga down, he already made his bed
I ain't stopping til I'm finish, I want all them bitches dead
Turn yo SnapBack to a beanie, turn yo philly to some dreads
At the barbershop, How much yu charge for a head
Pull the glocks out
Whip down on his block and let some shots out
Got my money up buku bags finna drop now
Try to stop my shine, f*ck the fame, out my top haa
Before I take a L, going back to the block waaannnnn
Say yu gone kill me, when yu see me keep that energy
They say he out his mind, don't know what got into me
Plotting on ending me, Tell em to get used to me
FBF FBF FBF FBF GANG SHIT
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Pull the glocks out
Whip down on his block and let some shots out
Got my money up buku bags finna drop now
Try to stop my shine, f*ck the fame, out my top haa
Before I take a L, going back to the block waaannnnn
Say yu gone kill me, when yu see me keep that energy
They say he out his mind, don't know what got into me
Plotting on ending me, Tell em to get used to me
FBF Middle fingers down, F*ck All My Enemies
Gang Shit
Put his face on a tee, make him famous
Heard that nigga cappin but that bitch don't speak my language
Silverback in the jungle running wild and untamed yea
How he suppose to think, headshots leave him brain dead Yea
She dropped a addy, f*ckin on a opp
Ole boy got shot and what's a name had hopped out and kicked rocks
4 Nickel to his mind, red bandana round the glock
Like a stripper on the pole, Ima make that Thang pop
Like what yu sayin
Lay a nigga down, he already made his bed
I ain't stopping til I'm finish, I want all them bitches dead
Turn yo SnapBack to a beanie, turn yo philly to some dreads
At the barbershop, How much yu charge for a head
Gang Shit
Hollerin out it's smoke, we bring that flame bitch
Pull up, Hop out with that stick and let dem bullets rain bitch
Couldn't stand the pressure, He copped out then his team switched
We been puttin niggas up, they saying I'm a demon
Fiending
Abusing all these drugs for no reason
I cant trust a soul, Niggas change like the season
Check the score, we up by 4, so tell me how we beefing
Diving in dat water that yu scared to put yo feet
What yu sayin
Lay a nigga down, he already made his bed
I ain't stopping til I'm finish, I want all them bitches dead
Turn yo SnapBack to a beanie, turn yo philly to some dreads
At the barbershop, How much yu charge for a head
Pull the glocks out
Whip down on his block and let some shots out
Got my money up buku bags finna drop now
Try to stop my shine, f*ck the fame, out my top haa
Before I take a L, going back to the block waaannnnn
Say yu gone kill me, when yu see me keep that energy
They say he out his mind, don't know what got into me
Plotting on ending me, Tell em to get used to me
FBF FBF FBF FBF GANG SHIT
Whip down on his block and let some shots out
Got my money up buku bags finna drop now
Try to stop my shine, f*ck the fame, out my top haa
Before I take a L, going back to the block waaannnnn
Say yu gone kill me, when yu see me keep that energy
They say he out his mind, don't know what got into me
Plotting on ending me, Tell em to get used to me
FBF Middle fingers down, F*ck All My Enemies
Gang Shit
Put his face on a tee, make him famous
Heard that nigga cappin but that bitch don't speak my language
Silverback in the jungle running wild and untamed yea
How he suppose to think, headshots leave him brain dead Yea
She dropped a addy, f*ckin on a opp
Ole boy got shot and what's a name had hopped out and kicked rocks
4 Nickel to his mind, red bandana round the glock
Like a stripper on the pole, Ima make that Thang pop
Like what yu sayin
Lay a nigga down, he already made his bed
I ain't stopping til I'm finish, I want all them bitches dead
Turn yo SnapBack to a beanie, turn yo philly to some dreads
At the barbershop, How much yu charge for a head
Gang Shit
Hollerin out it's smoke, we bring that flame bitch
Pull up, Hop out with that stick and let dem bullets rain bitch
Couldn't stand the pressure, He copped out then his team switched
We been puttin niggas up, they saying I'm a demon
Fiending
Abusing all these drugs for no reason
I cant trust a soul, Niggas change like the season
Check the score, we up by 4, so tell me how we beefing
Diving in dat water that yu scared to put yo feet
What yu sayin
Lay a nigga down, he already made his bed
I ain't stopping til I'm finish, I want all them bitches dead
Turn yo SnapBack to a beanie, turn yo philly to some dreads
At the barbershop, How much yu charge for a head
Pull the glocks out
Whip down on his block and let some shots out
Got my money up buku bags finna drop now
Try to stop my shine, f*ck the fame, out my top haa
Before I take a L, going back to the block waaannnnn
Say yu gone kill me, when yu see me keep that energy
They say he out his mind, don't know what got into me
Plotting on ending me, Tell em to get used to me
FBF FBF FBF FBF GANG SHIT
Writer: Joben Hawkins
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave