Know it's a movie I'm running this game
This pussy is talking, he tucking his chain
Imma just run up I'm leaving a stain
If he talking shit, Imma blow off his brain
You is a waste, hoe, stay in your lane like
You is a waste, how, stay in your line
I got some partners who killers, got blood on my name
I f*ck on your bitch and I cum on her face
Got Louboutins, talking blood on my trace
And I'm killing this and I go on a race
Mixing the Xan and the Sprite to the face
You is not bout it, hoe, you is a waste
I got some shooters would love opportunities
Snatching your money and all of your jewelry
This is my life, man, this is not new to me
I am not with all this capping and foolery
I know that mothers offended they talking bout suing me
Talking this slime shit, I'm on that jubilee
I got the mob ties, I got immunity
Keep it a stack, it's in my Suvi jeans
Talk on my mans, we hit you with cruelty
Counting the checks with the gang and we sipping on Black
And we talk about times of fortuity, aye
Leave red on the window leave red on the carpet
Red dot is accurate, hitting the target
Look at your bitch, she flat like apartments
Saying you shooting you sounding retarted
If you want smoke, let's get that shit started
Off of this planet know I am a Martian
I don't wear vests, but I am a spartan
717, man why that shit parted
I got a old head, his eye lazy
I got a shooter, his finger is shaky
I got a bad bitch, her name Daisy
She want a bag, I bought a vacation
Stack up the money I feel like a mason
All white shoes, feel like a racist
If he talk hot, his blood on the pavement
Your gang love investigations
I cannot fathom this shit, you really rapping bout packing a stick
I just stay to the face stacking my bricks
I am not with all that capping and shit
Sneaking and dissing and rapping and shit
Sending these threats on a Snapchat flick
We come to your door and we blast that shit
Walk in the club with the baddest of bitch
I got a stick and I'm feeling this shit
Not talking bout jerking I'm rubbing my blick
I keep it a hundred I f*ck on your bitch
Smoking a black while she suck on my dick
Your bitch man my bitch thick
I'm bagging this chick while I'm killing these opps and I'm smacking my lips
717 I'm back in this bitch
I'm one cracker I'm salty, Ritz
Bitch, aye
Aye, shouts out Rod shouts out Zion
Shouts out Tay-K shouts out Nathan man
Shouts out Aidan
Know how we coming, man
F*ck it man
Shout out JD, man
Shout out Andy, shout out Angel, shoutout NCM Angel
F*ck this shit shout out Jozo
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English
Know it's a movie I'm running this game
This pussy is talking, he tucking his chain
Imma just run up I'm leaving a stain
If he talking shit, Imma blow off his brain
You is a waste, hoe, stay in your lane like
You is a waste, how, stay in your line
I got some partners who killers, got blood on my name
I f*ck on your bitch and I cum on her face
Got Louboutins, talking blood on my trace
And I'm killing this and I go on a race
Mixing the Xan and the Sprite to the face
You is not bout it, hoe, you is a waste
I got some shooters would love opportunities
Snatching your money and all of your jewelry
This is my life, man, this is not new to me
I am not with all this capping and foolery
I know that mothers offended they talking bout suing me
Talking this slime shit, I'm on that jubilee
I got the mob ties, I got immunity
Keep it a stack, it's in my Suvi jeans
Talk on my mans, we hit you with cruelty
Counting the checks with the gang and we sipping on Black
And we talk about times of fortuity, aye
Leave red on the window leave red on the carpet
Red dot is accurate, hitting the target
Look at your bitch, she flat like apartments
Saying you shooting you sounding retarted
If you want smoke, let's get that shit started
Off of this planet know I am a Martian
I don't wear vests, but I am a spartan
717, man why that shit parted
I got a old head, his eye lazy
I got a shooter, his finger is shaky
I got a bad bitch, her name Daisy
She want a bag, I bought a vacation
Stack up the money I feel like a mason
All white shoes, feel like a racist
If he talk hot, his blood on the pavement
Your gang love investigations
I cannot fathom this shit, you really rapping bout packing a stick
I just stay to the face stacking my bricks
I am not with all that capping and shit
Sneaking and dissing and rapping and shit
Sending these threats on a Snapchat flick
We come to your door and we blast that shit
Walk in the club with the baddest of bitch
I got a stick and I'm feeling this shit
Not talking bout jerking I'm rubbing my blick
I keep it a hundred I f*ck on your bitch
Smoking a black while she suck on my dick
Your bitch man my bitch thick
I'm bagging this chick while I'm killing these opps and I'm smacking my lips
717 I'm back in this bitch
I'm one cracker I'm salty, Ritz
Bitch, aye
Aye, shouts out Rod shouts out Zion
Shouts out Tay-K shouts out Nathan man
Shouts out Aidan
Know how we coming, man
F*ck it man
Shout out JD, man
Shout out Andy, shout out Angel, shoutout NCM Angel
F*ck this shit shout out Jozo
This pussy is talking, he tucking his chain
Imma just run up I'm leaving a stain
If he talking shit, Imma blow off his brain
You is a waste, hoe, stay in your lane like
You is a waste, how, stay in your line
I got some partners who killers, got blood on my name
I f*ck on your bitch and I cum on her face
Got Louboutins, talking blood on my trace
And I'm killing this and I go on a race
Mixing the Xan and the Sprite to the face
You is not bout it, hoe, you is a waste
I got some shooters would love opportunities
Snatching your money and all of your jewelry
This is my life, man, this is not new to me
I am not with all this capping and foolery
I know that mothers offended they talking bout suing me
Talking this slime shit, I'm on that jubilee
I got the mob ties, I got immunity
Keep it a stack, it's in my Suvi jeans
Talk on my mans, we hit you with cruelty
Counting the checks with the gang and we sipping on Black
And we talk about times of fortuity, aye
Leave red on the window leave red on the carpet
Red dot is accurate, hitting the target
Look at your bitch, she flat like apartments
Saying you shooting you sounding retarted
If you want smoke, let's get that shit started
Off of this planet know I am a Martian
I don't wear vests, but I am a spartan
717, man why that shit parted
I got a old head, his eye lazy
I got a shooter, his finger is shaky
I got a bad bitch, her name Daisy
She want a bag, I bought a vacation
Stack up the money I feel like a mason
All white shoes, feel like a racist
If he talk hot, his blood on the pavement
Your gang love investigations
I cannot fathom this shit, you really rapping bout packing a stick
I just stay to the face stacking my bricks
I am not with all that capping and shit
Sneaking and dissing and rapping and shit
Sending these threats on a Snapchat flick
We come to your door and we blast that shit
Walk in the club with the baddest of bitch
I got a stick and I'm feeling this shit
Not talking bout jerking I'm rubbing my blick
I keep it a hundred I f*ck on your bitch
Smoking a black while she suck on my dick
Your bitch man my bitch thick
I'm bagging this chick while I'm killing these opps and I'm smacking my lips
717 I'm back in this bitch
I'm one cracker I'm salty, Ritz
Bitch, aye
Aye, shouts out Rod shouts out Zion
Shouts out Tay-K shouts out Nathan man
Shouts out Aidan
Know how we coming, man
F*ck it man
Shout out JD, man
Shout out Andy, shout out Angel, shoutout NCM Angel
F*ck this shit shout out Jozo
Writer: Jonathan Soyke
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid