Niggas really want smoke
Must not know me
I got guns and gas
You niggas smoke free
They said pull up to the school
You niggas police
F*ck it I'm on the way
We wit all the bullshit
Riding with a full clip
Cold world
Heater on me
Make it summer real quick
Everybody is a killer
Til a nigga get killed
On my momma ima die bout this shit
Ima die bout this shit
On Kenny I'm let these niggas have it
One call that's all
Reaper send him up to heaven
Nigga We was 17
Riding with them Mac elevens
Now we all carry techs
Cuz we tryna send a message
I put that bag on his head
Now he missing
Playing in the deep end
Leave'em sleeping with the fishes
Ima butcher when it's beef
But I'm serving all chicken
If a Nigga really want it
Tell him pull up we can get it
Tried to tell him he didn't listen
Should've left me In the kitchen
Niggas thuggin for the gram
You get popped for a mention
Say they name rocket boys
Should be rocket bitches
40 poking out my jacket
I ain't shy with that glizzy
Pull up to his momma house
Tell him come outside
My Niggas ready
Itching for another homicide
He was talking all that shit
Now it's time to die
Spin the block
Hit his top
Now his momma crying
Damn
Issa shame what niggas do for the clout
Ima pull up to his job
And really see what he bout
If a nigga wanna box I can go pound for pound
If a Nigga want smoke I can go round for round
I'll knock a nigga brains out his head
Hit McDonald's for a shake
Then go count up my bread
Go to South Milwaukee high
And I know where you live
I can get u knocked off
It ain't nun but a brick
Or handle it myself
And Kill shit like John wick
Boy I'm really in the field
And I'm really with the shits
Keep it real you know I'm a big dog
And you a bitch
It ain't none to f*ck yo mom
And make her stuff all these grits
These Niggas really want smoke
Must not know me
I got guns and gas
You niggas smoke free
They said pull up to the school
You niggas police
Ima show you not to play with a OG
We wit all the bullshit
Riding with a full clip
Cold world
Heater on me
Make it summer real quick
Everybody is a killer
Til a nigga get killed
On my momma ima die bout this shit
Ima die bout this shit
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Niggas really want smoke
Must not know me
I got guns and gas
You niggas smoke free
They said pull up to the school
You niggas police
F*ck it I'm on the way
We wit all the bullshit
Riding with a full clip
Cold world
Heater on me
Make it summer real quick
Everybody is a killer
Til a nigga get killed
On my momma ima die bout this shit
Ima die bout this shit
On Kenny I'm let these niggas have it
One call that's all
Reaper send him up to heaven
Nigga We was 17
Riding with them Mac elevens
Now we all carry techs
Cuz we tryna send a message
I put that bag on his head
Now he missing
Playing in the deep end
Leave'em sleeping with the fishes
Ima butcher when it's beef
But I'm serving all chicken
If a Nigga really want it
Tell him pull up we can get it
Tried to tell him he didn't listen
Should've left me In the kitchen
Niggas thuggin for the gram
You get popped for a mention
Say they name rocket boys
Should be rocket bitches
40 poking out my jacket
I ain't shy with that glizzy
Pull up to his momma house
Tell him come outside
My Niggas ready
Itching for another homicide
He was talking all that shit
Now it's time to die
Spin the block
Hit his top
Now his momma crying
Damn
Issa shame what niggas do for the clout
Ima pull up to his job
And really see what he bout
If a nigga wanna box I can go pound for pound
If a Nigga want smoke I can go round for round
I'll knock a nigga brains out his head
Hit McDonald's for a shake
Then go count up my bread
Go to South Milwaukee high
And I know where you live
I can get u knocked off
It ain't nun but a brick
Or handle it myself
And Kill shit like John wick
Boy I'm really in the field
And I'm really with the shits
Keep it real you know I'm a big dog
And you a bitch
It ain't none to f*ck yo mom
And make her stuff all these grits
These Niggas really want smoke
Must not know me
I got guns and gas
You niggas smoke free
They said pull up to the school
You niggas police
Ima show you not to play with a OG
We wit all the bullshit
Riding with a full clip
Cold world
Heater on me
Make it summer real quick
Everybody is a killer
Til a nigga get killed
On my momma ima die bout this shit
Ima die bout this shit
Must not know me
I got guns and gas
You niggas smoke free
They said pull up to the school
You niggas police
F*ck it I'm on the way
We wit all the bullshit
Riding with a full clip
Cold world
Heater on me
Make it summer real quick
Everybody is a killer
Til a nigga get killed
On my momma ima die bout this shit
Ima die bout this shit
On Kenny I'm let these niggas have it
One call that's all
Reaper send him up to heaven
Nigga We was 17
Riding with them Mac elevens
Now we all carry techs
Cuz we tryna send a message
I put that bag on his head
Now he missing
Playing in the deep end
Leave'em sleeping with the fishes
Ima butcher when it's beef
But I'm serving all chicken
If a Nigga really want it
Tell him pull up we can get it
Tried to tell him he didn't listen
Should've left me In the kitchen
Niggas thuggin for the gram
You get popped for a mention
Say they name rocket boys
Should be rocket bitches
40 poking out my jacket
I ain't shy with that glizzy
Pull up to his momma house
Tell him come outside
My Niggas ready
Itching for another homicide
He was talking all that shit
Now it's time to die
Spin the block
Hit his top
Now his momma crying
Damn
Issa shame what niggas do for the clout
Ima pull up to his job
And really see what he bout
If a nigga wanna box I can go pound for pound
If a Nigga want smoke I can go round for round
I'll knock a nigga brains out his head
Hit McDonald's for a shake
Then go count up my bread
Go to South Milwaukee high
And I know where you live
I can get u knocked off
It ain't nun but a brick
Or handle it myself
And Kill shit like John wick
Boy I'm really in the field
And I'm really with the shits
Keep it real you know I'm a big dog
And you a bitch
It ain't none to f*ck yo mom
And make her stuff all these grits
These Niggas really want smoke
Must not know me
I got guns and gas
You niggas smoke free
They said pull up to the school
You niggas police
Ima show you not to play with a OG
We wit all the bullshit
Riding with a full clip
Cold world
Heater on me
Make it summer real quick
Everybody is a killer
Til a nigga get killed
On my momma ima die bout this shit
Ima die bout this shit
Writer: Jordan Jones
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid