C'mon, nigga
Freestyle that bitch, no hat
C'mon, turn that bitch back up
Them niggas pulled up in a Scat, but left in body bags
We in the striker, ARP, hold a 30 mag
You went to Saks with 60 dollars, you ain't popping tags
We'll take all your nigga money like it's Breaking Bad
Gucci duffel filled up, we bout to break the bag
I'm getting started, niggas know not to make me mad
Flexin' all that cheese on the gram, but we'll take your cash
We'll take your life, we'll take your pipe
All that wolfing on the net, but you outta sight
Hit a nigga in his head with all my might
Have my mans put you in the air just like a kite
I ain't f*cking with you niggas like a f*cking dyke
Met that bitch yesterday, I wanna f*ck tonight
Man, I hate lame niggas, that's my Kryptonite
He talk crazy, I'ma f*ck on your bitch tonight
He can't even sip the drink, he had to sip it light
It ain't nothing in your cup, you just sipping ice
I get rough with your bitch and I grip her thighs
I get rough when I fight, I'ma hit your eyes
He got grazed with the chop and it hit his side
Yeah, that bitch pussy deep, I'ma live inside
And its f*ck all you niggas, ain't no picking sides
And if a opp in the party, he gonna meet the Drake
And your bitch love me cause I got the pape
And I love on that bitch cause she got the cake
Like I said, f*ck nigga, take off that cape
We got the glitchy in the whip, so take them on the chase
If he talking to me crazy, get put in your place
Or he getting erased
Either way, we getting rid of niggas
Chop swinging through, go and hit a nigga
Four-Five hit him in his head, now he disfigured
Whole fit from Neiman Marcus up on Big Beaver
Bitch, I'm dressed in all black like a Pit Steeler
Took the crud from the plug, now I got a pissed dealer
I don't show no love to you hoes cause you bitches weird
That nigga don't get no hoes, I think that nigga queer
Choppa hit his windshield look like it hit a deer
Old niggas be talking bullshit while they sipping beer
It's JuggsterJuu and I ain't afraid of no nigga
My worst fear is ending up being a broke nigga
My whole bloodline come from them dope dealers
You always complaining, boy, you better cope, nigga
Before you end up six feet in that hole, nigga
Yeah, bitch
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C'mon, nigga
Freestyle that bitch, no hat
C'mon, turn that bitch back up
Them niggas pulled up in a Scat, but left in body bags
We in the striker, ARP, hold a 30 mag
You went to Saks with 60 dollars, you ain't popping tags
We'll take all your nigga money like it's Breaking Bad
Gucci duffel filled up, we bout to break the bag
I'm getting started, niggas know not to make me mad
Flexin' all that cheese on the gram, but we'll take your cash
We'll take your life, we'll take your pipe
All that wolfing on the net, but you outta sight
Hit a nigga in his head with all my might
Have my mans put you in the air just like a kite
I ain't f*cking with you niggas like a f*cking dyke
Met that bitch yesterday, I wanna f*ck tonight
Man, I hate lame niggas, that's my Kryptonite
He talk crazy, I'ma f*ck on your bitch tonight
He can't even sip the drink, he had to sip it light
It ain't nothing in your cup, you just sipping ice
I get rough with your bitch and I grip her thighs
I get rough when I fight, I'ma hit your eyes
He got grazed with the chop and it hit his side
Yeah, that bitch pussy deep, I'ma live inside
And its f*ck all you niggas, ain't no picking sides
And if a opp in the party, he gonna meet the Drake
And your bitch love me cause I got the pape
And I love on that bitch cause she got the cake
Like I said, f*ck nigga, take off that cape
We got the glitchy in the whip, so take them on the chase
If he talking to me crazy, get put in your place
Or he getting erased
Either way, we getting rid of niggas
Chop swinging through, go and hit a nigga
Four-Five hit him in his head, now he disfigured
Whole fit from Neiman Marcus up on Big Beaver
Bitch, I'm dressed in all black like a Pit Steeler
Took the crud from the plug, now I got a pissed dealer
I don't show no love to you hoes cause you bitches weird
That nigga don't get no hoes, I think that nigga queer
Choppa hit his windshield look like it hit a deer
Old niggas be talking bullshit while they sipping beer
It's JuggsterJuu and I ain't afraid of no nigga
My worst fear is ending up being a broke nigga
My whole bloodline come from them dope dealers
You always complaining, boy, you better cope, nigga
Before you end up six feet in that hole, nigga
Yeah, bitch
Freestyle that bitch, no hat
C'mon, turn that bitch back up
Them niggas pulled up in a Scat, but left in body bags
We in the striker, ARP, hold a 30 mag
You went to Saks with 60 dollars, you ain't popping tags
We'll take all your nigga money like it's Breaking Bad
Gucci duffel filled up, we bout to break the bag
I'm getting started, niggas know not to make me mad
Flexin' all that cheese on the gram, but we'll take your cash
We'll take your life, we'll take your pipe
All that wolfing on the net, but you outta sight
Hit a nigga in his head with all my might
Have my mans put you in the air just like a kite
I ain't f*cking with you niggas like a f*cking dyke
Met that bitch yesterday, I wanna f*ck tonight
Man, I hate lame niggas, that's my Kryptonite
He talk crazy, I'ma f*ck on your bitch tonight
He can't even sip the drink, he had to sip it light
It ain't nothing in your cup, you just sipping ice
I get rough with your bitch and I grip her thighs
I get rough when I fight, I'ma hit your eyes
He got grazed with the chop and it hit his side
Yeah, that bitch pussy deep, I'ma live inside
And its f*ck all you niggas, ain't no picking sides
And if a opp in the party, he gonna meet the Drake
And your bitch love me cause I got the pape
And I love on that bitch cause she got the cake
Like I said, f*ck nigga, take off that cape
We got the glitchy in the whip, so take them on the chase
If he talking to me crazy, get put in your place
Or he getting erased
Either way, we getting rid of niggas
Chop swinging through, go and hit a nigga
Four-Five hit him in his head, now he disfigured
Whole fit from Neiman Marcus up on Big Beaver
Bitch, I'm dressed in all black like a Pit Steeler
Took the crud from the plug, now I got a pissed dealer
I don't show no love to you hoes cause you bitches weird
That nigga don't get no hoes, I think that nigga queer
Choppa hit his windshield look like it hit a deer
Old niggas be talking bullshit while they sipping beer
It's JuggsterJuu and I ain't afraid of no nigga
My worst fear is ending up being a broke nigga
My whole bloodline come from them dope dealers
You always complaining, boy, you better cope, nigga
Before you end up six feet in that hole, nigga
Yeah, bitch
Writer: Julian Dooley
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid