TK ain't goin' for none, hop out on him, it's call of duty, f*ck niggas runnin', we gunnin
The opps be broke straight cappin' on live, but quiet when I bring up some money
We servin' gas like QT, nigga, the trap jump, monday to sunday
Like, nigga, what's up, who want it
Smokin' dead niggas like every two minutes, I think my crib haunted
She look at her nigga and say she don't know me, whole time tk in her stomach
Aint no way that lil bitch cap like that, I swear that bitch ain't nothin
She shy, but that bitch f*ckin
She ain't mine, I pass her to the guys, high five, bro, get that bucket
Feelin' like Giannis, you not my kind them young niggas buckin
I got fye, bro got fye, you dumb, you think about scuffin
You testify, you gon' test that fye, better act like you know nothin
Better act like you ain't see shit
You come this way, you think shit sweet, we f*ck around flip that bitch
Ayy, hit your block, straight karate, them young niggas kickin' shit
Ayy, hell nah, I can't switch on gang, this shit here different
That nine had left him hideous, so what do you think he gon' do with that ten
One of my dogs get hit, it ain't no question, spin, spin, spin
TK, you trippin', you just asked God for forgiveness, and you out here sinnin' again
Pump fakin', boy, you stupid, that's how Smoke had lost his chin
TK ain't goin' for nothin
Hop out on him, it's call of duty, f*ck nigga runnin, we gunnin'
The opps be bro, straight cappin' on live, but quiet when I bring up some money
We servin' gas like QT, nigga, the trap jump Monday to sunday
Like, nigga, what's up, who want it
Smokin' dead niggas like every two minutes, I think my crib, haunted
She look at her nigga and say she don't know me whole time, TK, in her stomach
Ain't no way that little bitch cap like that, I swear that bitch ain't nothin
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TK ain't goin' for none, hop out on him, it's call of duty, f*ck niggas runnin', we gunnin
The opps be broke straight cappin' on live, but quiet when I bring up some money
We servin' gas like QT, nigga, the trap jump, monday to sunday
Like, nigga, what's up, who want it
Smokin' dead niggas like every two minutes, I think my crib haunted
She look at her nigga and say she don't know me, whole time tk in her stomach
Aint no way that lil bitch cap like that, I swear that bitch ain't nothin
She shy, but that bitch f*ckin
She ain't mine, I pass her to the guys, high five, bro, get that bucket
Feelin' like Giannis, you not my kind them young niggas buckin
I got fye, bro got fye, you dumb, you think about scuffin
You testify, you gon' test that fye, better act like you know nothin
Better act like you ain't see shit
You come this way, you think shit sweet, we f*ck around flip that bitch
Ayy, hit your block, straight karate, them young niggas kickin' shit
Ayy, hell nah, I can't switch on gang, this shit here different
That nine had left him hideous, so what do you think he gon' do with that ten
One of my dogs get hit, it ain't no question, spin, spin, spin
TK, you trippin', you just asked God for forgiveness, and you out here sinnin' again
Pump fakin', boy, you stupid, that's how Smoke had lost his chin
TK ain't goin' for nothin
Hop out on him, it's call of duty, f*ck nigga runnin, we gunnin'
The opps be bro, straight cappin' on live, but quiet when I bring up some money
We servin' gas like QT, nigga, the trap jump Monday to sunday
Like, nigga, what's up, who want it
Smokin' dead niggas like every two minutes, I think my crib, haunted
She look at her nigga and say she don't know me whole time, TK, in her stomach
Ain't no way that little bitch cap like that, I swear that bitch ain't nothin
The opps be broke straight cappin' on live, but quiet when I bring up some money
We servin' gas like QT, nigga, the trap jump, monday to sunday
Like, nigga, what's up, who want it
Smokin' dead niggas like every two minutes, I think my crib haunted
She look at her nigga and say she don't know me, whole time tk in her stomach
Aint no way that lil bitch cap like that, I swear that bitch ain't nothin
She shy, but that bitch f*ckin
She ain't mine, I pass her to the guys, high five, bro, get that bucket
Feelin' like Giannis, you not my kind them young niggas buckin
I got fye, bro got fye, you dumb, you think about scuffin
You testify, you gon' test that fye, better act like you know nothin
Better act like you ain't see shit
You come this way, you think shit sweet, we f*ck around flip that bitch
Ayy, hit your block, straight karate, them young niggas kickin' shit
Ayy, hell nah, I can't switch on gang, this shit here different
That nine had left him hideous, so what do you think he gon' do with that ten
One of my dogs get hit, it ain't no question, spin, spin, spin
TK, you trippin', you just asked God for forgiveness, and you out here sinnin' again
Pump fakin', boy, you stupid, that's how Smoke had lost his chin
TK ain't goin' for nothin
Hop out on him, it's call of duty, f*ck nigga runnin, we gunnin'
The opps be bro, straight cappin' on live, but quiet when I bring up some money
We servin' gas like QT, nigga, the trap jump Monday to sunday
Like, nigga, what's up, who want it
Smokin' dead niggas like every two minutes, I think my crib, haunted
She look at her nigga and say she don't know me whole time, TK, in her stomach
Ain't no way that little bitch cap like that, I swear that bitch ain't nothin
Writer: Janari Herndon
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