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They told me I wouldn't be shit, nigga, look where the f*ck I'm at, huh, ayy
I got a Draco on me, keep that bitch in the motherf*cking, back, ayy, huh
I'm in the club with a fourty, you run up on me, you get whacked, ayy
I heard your music, lil' nigga that shit is not hard I should whack, yuh
That shit whack, ayy
Put him on the ground, 911, get em up
Five, five, six, come and split em up, two blunts, nigga, that's double dutch
I ain't ever, ever, ever gave a f*ck
Don't be sippin' on the deuce, f*ck the angel dust
Put the purple in a f*ckin' double cup, I'ma sip it till a nigga throw up
Osama with the bitch, I might blow up
He a pussy he, gettin' taxed, huh, came in with a tag, huh
Try to run off, check your stamina, hit you right from the back, pause
Niggas weird they on that f*ckin' diddy shit, marching on these niggas like a soldier kid
Heater on me, nigga, f*ck a cooling kit, keep it silent like a librarian
Ayy, huh, ayy, huh, I'm on top, top, top, on opp block, smokin' opp pack
For a band, they'll put your shit back
She a card, bet I get her cracked cracked, servin to your mama, yeah, she love that crack
I been servin' that white, ho, she snorted off her best friend, ass crack
Kick him off my live, ho, go get a band and come right back, back
Run up on me, don't try, ho, I bet your best shooter ain't comin' back
Bape mix matched, you can't match that, she can't even see me, that bitch need cataract
Ill be sippin' drank in a f*ckin' phantom in a f*ckin' year, I put my f*ckin' life on that
He a pussy, he gettin' taxed, came in with a tag huh
Try to run off, check your stamina, hit you right from the back, pause
He a pussy, he gettin' taxed, so I came in with a tag huh
Try to run off, check your stamina, hit you right from the back, pause
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They told me I wouldn't be shit, nigga, look where the f*ck I'm at, huh, ayy
I got a Draco on me, keep that bitch in the motherf*cking, back, ayy, huh
I'm in the club with a fourty, you run up on me, you get whacked, ayy
I heard your music, lil' nigga that shit is not hard I should whack, yuh
That shit whack, ayy
Put him on the ground, 911, get em up
Five, five, six, come and split em up, two blunts, nigga, that's double dutch
I ain't ever, ever, ever gave a f*ck
Don't be sippin' on the deuce, f*ck the angel dust
Put the purple in a f*ckin' double cup, I'ma sip it till a nigga throw up
Osama with the bitch, I might blow up
He a pussy he, gettin' taxed, huh, came in with a tag, huh
Try to run off, check your stamina, hit you right from the back, pause
Niggas weird they on that f*ckin' diddy shit, marching on these niggas like a soldier kid
Heater on me, nigga, f*ck a cooling kit, keep it silent like a librarian
Ayy, huh, ayy, huh, I'm on top, top, top, on opp block, smokin' opp pack
For a band, they'll put your shit back
She a card, bet I get her cracked cracked, servin to your mama, yeah, she love that crack
I been servin' that white, ho, she snorted off her best friend, ass crack
Kick him off my live, ho, go get a band and come right back, back
Run up on me, don't try, ho, I bet your best shooter ain't comin' back
Bape mix matched, you can't match that, she can't even see me, that bitch need cataract
Ill be sippin' drank in a f*ckin' phantom in a f*ckin' year, I put my f*ckin' life on that
He a pussy, he gettin' taxed, came in with a tag huh
Try to run off, check your stamina, hit you right from the back, pause
He a pussy, he gettin' taxed, so I came in with a tag huh
Try to run off, check your stamina, hit you right from the back, pause
They told me I wouldn't be shit, nigga, look where the f*ck I'm at, huh, ayy
I got a Draco on me, keep that bitch in the motherf*cking, back, ayy, huh
I'm in the club with a fourty, you run up on me, you get whacked, ayy
I heard your music, lil' nigga that shit is not hard I should whack, yuh
That shit whack, ayy
Put him on the ground, 911, get em up
Five, five, six, come and split em up, two blunts, nigga, that's double dutch
I ain't ever, ever, ever gave a f*ck
Don't be sippin' on the deuce, f*ck the angel dust
Put the purple in a f*ckin' double cup, I'ma sip it till a nigga throw up
Osama with the bitch, I might blow up
He a pussy he, gettin' taxed, huh, came in with a tag, huh
Try to run off, check your stamina, hit you right from the back, pause
Niggas weird they on that f*ckin' diddy shit, marching on these niggas like a soldier kid
Heater on me, nigga, f*ck a cooling kit, keep it silent like a librarian
Ayy, huh, ayy, huh, I'm on top, top, top, on opp block, smokin' opp pack
For a band, they'll put your shit back
She a card, bet I get her cracked cracked, servin to your mama, yeah, she love that crack
I been servin' that white, ho, she snorted off her best friend, ass crack
Kick him off my live, ho, go get a band and come right back, back
Run up on me, don't try, ho, I bet your best shooter ain't comin' back
Bape mix matched, you can't match that, she can't even see me, that bitch need cataract
Ill be sippin' drank in a f*ckin' phantom in a f*ckin' year, I put my f*ckin' life on that
He a pussy, he gettin' taxed, came in with a tag huh
Try to run off, check your stamina, hit you right from the back, pause
He a pussy, he gettin' taxed, so I came in with a tag huh
Try to run off, check your stamina, hit you right from the back, pause
Writer: Myles Shorter
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid