Y'all know what the f*ck going on, Free da guys, feel like YFG
Them bullets hit his top aint no knowledge in his head
Caught a opp without my ski, said f*ck it, I'm catching a b with the dreads
Tuck him in, gave that nigga a pillow, we puttin' his ass to bed
F*ck ITG, where the f*ck his name, nigga spoke on' TP, den he bled
Braggin on attempts aint cool, why the f*ck I'm still rappin'
I'm supposed to be dead
Just me and Risky, two Glocks wit 50s , we let off a hunnid den fled (Like wilt)
Wanna hear that shit come here from me, don't ask no hoes where I said
I believe in God, but he ain't save me, the niggas who spent was scared
Tez could've met his bitch, but her head was ducked in the whip
Spoke on bro and then he died, got flamed for runnin' yo lips
I can shoot a movie with ARP, bitch came with so many clips
Come through a nigga's block, swingin' that( flrddd), so many heads gettin' ripped
Ten thousand on my wrist, reach for this, somebody get killed
I got your bitch in bed already, I just came home from a drill
Cant run from the shit, now you already jumped in the field
I'm tryna spill a nigga mind, but my still on them mills
I been f*ckin' this bitch for hours, she must've caught me off the pills
They feel the reaper, when he close walk past give niggas the chill
You might not hear me on this song, but these 762 you gone feel
Man down, tryna get some coney, he couldn't even get him a meal
Lil' Ten gone keep on spinnin' till labels start offerin' deals
His cirlce small, He can't hang with these niggas, he keep it too real
He on probation, he ain't supposed to have it, but still be clutchin' the steel
Outstandin' on them drills, he emptied the chop, one hand on the wheel
In them strikers we be racin', f*ck these bitches, we ain't datin'
Only millions I be chasin', I see a opp , I might just chase em
Come through slicing shit like Jason, hams pork
You niggas bacon', hoes keep beggin' for my baby
Stay away, that pussy bakin'
Want recognition come sell your soul to me, I make niggas famous
Ain't no big homie this shit out the mud, can't no nigga say they made us
Hittin tops & smackin' thots, the main reason that they hate us
OTB, the bitches glaze us, Opps be claimin they gon' spank us
Niggas better get they rank up, Nhg but Dawg in stable
Know a bitch a come over and set you up, I be callin' the cable
Chop hit his back, he on all fours, turn his ass into a table
He dont like seein the barber boy bring me yo head this glock fina shave you
Bitch we be spinnin to' kill, if we get on yo ass, yo momma can't save you
I got a switch on the back of this Glock, get in yo top, it gon' change you
He be f*ckin' the hoes, I be f*ckin' the hoes, me and my pops like the same dude
Bitch, this 10 shit stamped on my body, but I'm still droppin' the chain, too
That's yo brother, we spillin' his brains, too
New hoes be setups, so I'm hittin' the same, 2
72, that's my twin, he insane, too
If I hop out, he hop out And flame too
It's a (blrdd), on the Glock, make him change moods
Niggas sent us a drop and when we came through
He get painted in red if he bang blue
I ain't supposed to be smokin', still puffin' juice
Dead-ass niggas
Know what the f*ck goin' on
Free the guys, nigga
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English
Y'all know what the f*ck going on, Free da guys, feel like YFG
Them bullets hit his top aint no knowledge in his head
Caught a opp without my ski, said f*ck it, I'm catching a b with the dreads
Tuck him in, gave that nigga a pillow, we puttin' his ass to bed
F*ck ITG, where the f*ck his name, nigga spoke on' TP, den he bled
Braggin on attempts aint cool, why the f*ck I'm still rappin'
I'm supposed to be dead
Just me and Risky, two Glocks wit 50s , we let off a hunnid den fled (Like wilt)
Wanna hear that shit come here from me, don't ask no hoes where I said
I believe in God, but he ain't save me, the niggas who spent was scared
Tez could've met his bitch, but her head was ducked in the whip
Spoke on bro and then he died, got flamed for runnin' yo lips
I can shoot a movie with ARP, bitch came with so many clips
Come through a nigga's block, swingin' that( flrddd), so many heads gettin' ripped
Ten thousand on my wrist, reach for this, somebody get killed
I got your bitch in bed already, I just came home from a drill
Cant run from the shit, now you already jumped in the field
I'm tryna spill a nigga mind, but my still on them mills
I been f*ckin' this bitch for hours, she must've caught me off the pills
They feel the reaper, when he close walk past give niggas the chill
You might not hear me on this song, but these 762 you gone feel
Man down, tryna get some coney, he couldn't even get him a meal
Lil' Ten gone keep on spinnin' till labels start offerin' deals
His cirlce small, He can't hang with these niggas, he keep it too real
He on probation, he ain't supposed to have it, but still be clutchin' the steel
Outstandin' on them drills, he emptied the chop, one hand on the wheel
In them strikers we be racin', f*ck these bitches, we ain't datin'
Only millions I be chasin', I see a opp , I might just chase em
Come through slicing shit like Jason, hams pork
You niggas bacon', hoes keep beggin' for my baby
Stay away, that pussy bakin'
Want recognition come sell your soul to me, I make niggas famous
Ain't no big homie this shit out the mud, can't no nigga say they made us
Hittin tops & smackin' thots, the main reason that they hate us
OTB, the bitches glaze us, Opps be claimin they gon' spank us
Niggas better get they rank up, Nhg but Dawg in stable
Know a bitch a come over and set you up, I be callin' the cable
Chop hit his back, he on all fours, turn his ass into a table
He dont like seein the barber boy bring me yo head this glock fina shave you
Bitch we be spinnin to' kill, if we get on yo ass, yo momma can't save you
I got a switch on the back of this Glock, get in yo top, it gon' change you
He be f*ckin' the hoes, I be f*ckin' the hoes, me and my pops like the same dude
Bitch, this 10 shit stamped on my body, but I'm still droppin' the chain, too
That's yo brother, we spillin' his brains, too
New hoes be setups, so I'm hittin' the same, 2
72, that's my twin, he insane, too
If I hop out, he hop out And flame too
It's a (blrdd), on the Glock, make him change moods
Niggas sent us a drop and when we came through
He get painted in red if he bang blue
I ain't supposed to be smokin', still puffin' juice
Dead-ass niggas
Know what the f*ck goin' on
Free the guys, nigga
Them bullets hit his top aint no knowledge in his head
Caught a opp without my ski, said f*ck it, I'm catching a b with the dreads
Tuck him in, gave that nigga a pillow, we puttin' his ass to bed
F*ck ITG, where the f*ck his name, nigga spoke on' TP, den he bled
Braggin on attempts aint cool, why the f*ck I'm still rappin'
I'm supposed to be dead
Just me and Risky, two Glocks wit 50s , we let off a hunnid den fled (Like wilt)
Wanna hear that shit come here from me, don't ask no hoes where I said
I believe in God, but he ain't save me, the niggas who spent was scared
Tez could've met his bitch, but her head was ducked in the whip
Spoke on bro and then he died, got flamed for runnin' yo lips
I can shoot a movie with ARP, bitch came with so many clips
Come through a nigga's block, swingin' that( flrddd), so many heads gettin' ripped
Ten thousand on my wrist, reach for this, somebody get killed
I got your bitch in bed already, I just came home from a drill
Cant run from the shit, now you already jumped in the field
I'm tryna spill a nigga mind, but my still on them mills
I been f*ckin' this bitch for hours, she must've caught me off the pills
They feel the reaper, when he close walk past give niggas the chill
You might not hear me on this song, but these 762 you gone feel
Man down, tryna get some coney, he couldn't even get him a meal
Lil' Ten gone keep on spinnin' till labels start offerin' deals
His cirlce small, He can't hang with these niggas, he keep it too real
He on probation, he ain't supposed to have it, but still be clutchin' the steel
Outstandin' on them drills, he emptied the chop, one hand on the wheel
In them strikers we be racin', f*ck these bitches, we ain't datin'
Only millions I be chasin', I see a opp , I might just chase em
Come through slicing shit like Jason, hams pork
You niggas bacon', hoes keep beggin' for my baby
Stay away, that pussy bakin'
Want recognition come sell your soul to me, I make niggas famous
Ain't no big homie this shit out the mud, can't no nigga say they made us
Hittin tops & smackin' thots, the main reason that they hate us
OTB, the bitches glaze us, Opps be claimin they gon' spank us
Niggas better get they rank up, Nhg but Dawg in stable
Know a bitch a come over and set you up, I be callin' the cable
Chop hit his back, he on all fours, turn his ass into a table
He dont like seein the barber boy bring me yo head this glock fina shave you
Bitch we be spinnin to' kill, if we get on yo ass, yo momma can't save you
I got a switch on the back of this Glock, get in yo top, it gon' change you
He be f*ckin' the hoes, I be f*ckin' the hoes, me and my pops like the same dude
Bitch, this 10 shit stamped on my body, but I'm still droppin' the chain, too
That's yo brother, we spillin' his brains, too
New hoes be setups, so I'm hittin' the same, 2
72, that's my twin, he insane, too
If I hop out, he hop out And flame too
It's a (blrdd), on the Glock, make him change moods
Niggas sent us a drop and when we came through
He get painted in red if he bang blue
I ain't supposed to be smokin', still puffin' juice
Dead-ass niggas
Know what the f*ck goin' on
Free the guys, nigga
Writer: Santana Harper
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid