Welcome back, Blake
Aydin
JustZeke
NFA shit, NFA shit
JustZeke
Ay, this the type shit that make a nigga wan drill
This the type shit that make a nigga loot and steal
She the type bitch, after I f*ck, she wan chill
This the type shit that when I play it, they gon' feel
This the type shit that make a nigga swipe shit
Told a nigga, box the FN, we don't really fight shit
Bro, was really in them V's, the graveyard, the night shift
I know some hatin' niggas, when I drop, they ain't gon' like this
I know me and Brodie locked in know he never gon' switch
They think I'm blind I wear these glasses, cause I walkin' with a stick
I'ma supply and feed the guys and told them, wait till I get rich
I know a nigga talkin' crazy, knowin' damn well, he a bitch
I know a nigga talkin' crazy, coppin' out, say he ain't said it
If it's bloodshed in it's beef shit, there's no way that we can dead it
All that talkin' got him parked, they put the story up on Reddit
I hang with Wildcats, they really in that field like Will Levis
I'm talkin' Wildcats, they in and out them courts like A. Davis
Niggas pussy, they be trollin' on my gram from fake pages
Picture me at Rolling Loud, I'm tryin' to be on big stages
He was actin' like he got it, but he cappin', stay fakin'
I tell my lil' bitch, go and eat it, she gon' move on my command
I should apply to Comcast, I got them shooters on demand
I scammed a nigga for a verse, man I just ran off with the bands
I ain't from the Middle East, so you can't never say I ran
I ain't from the Middle East, but bitch, you know I got a rack
Bro just copped a Model X, cause she just bung out in the Scat
How the f*ck I took a loss and made it all and got it back
I told him, hit me Telegram, the iMessages gettin' tapped
I know a nigga down bad, he spend his last shit on a 8th
I know a bitch who talkin' down, but she won't say it to my face
I know a nigga who be scammin', he crackin' BOA and Chase
Lil' bro, he like a pencil, when he drawin', you get erased
This the type shit that make a nigga wan drill
This the type shit that make a nigga loot and steal
She the type bitch, after I f*ck, she wan chill
This the type shit that when I play it, they gon' feel
This the type shit that make a nigga swipe shit
Told a nigga, box the FN, we don't really fight shit
Bro, was really in them V's, the graveyard, the night shift
I know some hatin' niggas, when I drop, they ain't gon' like this
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Welcome back, Blake
Aydin
JustZeke
NFA shit, NFA shit
JustZeke
Ay, this the type shit that make a nigga wan drill
This the type shit that make a nigga loot and steal
She the type bitch, after I f*ck, she wan chill
This the type shit that when I play it, they gon' feel
This the type shit that make a nigga swipe shit
Told a nigga, box the FN, we don't really fight shit
Bro, was really in them V's, the graveyard, the night shift
I know some hatin' niggas, when I drop, they ain't gon' like this
I know me and Brodie locked in know he never gon' switch
They think I'm blind I wear these glasses, cause I walkin' with a stick
I'ma supply and feed the guys and told them, wait till I get rich
I know a nigga talkin' crazy, knowin' damn well, he a bitch
I know a nigga talkin' crazy, coppin' out, say he ain't said it
If it's bloodshed in it's beef shit, there's no way that we can dead it
All that talkin' got him parked, they put the story up on Reddit
I hang with Wildcats, they really in that field like Will Levis
I'm talkin' Wildcats, they in and out them courts like A. Davis
Niggas pussy, they be trollin' on my gram from fake pages
Picture me at Rolling Loud, I'm tryin' to be on big stages
He was actin' like he got it, but he cappin', stay fakin'
I tell my lil' bitch, go and eat it, she gon' move on my command
I should apply to Comcast, I got them shooters on demand
I scammed a nigga for a verse, man I just ran off with the bands
I ain't from the Middle East, so you can't never say I ran
I ain't from the Middle East, but bitch, you know I got a rack
Bro just copped a Model X, cause she just bung out in the Scat
How the f*ck I took a loss and made it all and got it back
I told him, hit me Telegram, the iMessages gettin' tapped
I know a nigga down bad, he spend his last shit on a 8th
I know a bitch who talkin' down, but she won't say it to my face
I know a nigga who be scammin', he crackin' BOA and Chase
Lil' bro, he like a pencil, when he drawin', you get erased
This the type shit that make a nigga wan drill
This the type shit that make a nigga loot and steal
She the type bitch, after I f*ck, she wan chill
This the type shit that when I play it, they gon' feel
This the type shit that make a nigga swipe shit
Told a nigga, box the FN, we don't really fight shit
Bro, was really in them V's, the graveyard, the night shift
I know some hatin' niggas, when I drop, they ain't gon' like this
Aydin
JustZeke
NFA shit, NFA shit
JustZeke
Ay, this the type shit that make a nigga wan drill
This the type shit that make a nigga loot and steal
She the type bitch, after I f*ck, she wan chill
This the type shit that when I play it, they gon' feel
This the type shit that make a nigga swipe shit
Told a nigga, box the FN, we don't really fight shit
Bro, was really in them V's, the graveyard, the night shift
I know some hatin' niggas, when I drop, they ain't gon' like this
I know me and Brodie locked in know he never gon' switch
They think I'm blind I wear these glasses, cause I walkin' with a stick
I'ma supply and feed the guys and told them, wait till I get rich
I know a nigga talkin' crazy, knowin' damn well, he a bitch
I know a nigga talkin' crazy, coppin' out, say he ain't said it
If it's bloodshed in it's beef shit, there's no way that we can dead it
All that talkin' got him parked, they put the story up on Reddit
I hang with Wildcats, they really in that field like Will Levis
I'm talkin' Wildcats, they in and out them courts like A. Davis
Niggas pussy, they be trollin' on my gram from fake pages
Picture me at Rolling Loud, I'm tryin' to be on big stages
He was actin' like he got it, but he cappin', stay fakin'
I tell my lil' bitch, go and eat it, she gon' move on my command
I should apply to Comcast, I got them shooters on demand
I scammed a nigga for a verse, man I just ran off with the bands
I ain't from the Middle East, so you can't never say I ran
I ain't from the Middle East, but bitch, you know I got a rack
Bro just copped a Model X, cause she just bung out in the Scat
How the f*ck I took a loss and made it all and got it back
I told him, hit me Telegram, the iMessages gettin' tapped
I know a nigga down bad, he spend his last shit on a 8th
I know a bitch who talkin' down, but she won't say it to my face
I know a nigga who be scammin', he crackin' BOA and Chase
Lil' bro, he like a pencil, when he drawin', you get erased
This the type shit that make a nigga wan drill
This the type shit that make a nigga loot and steal
She the type bitch, after I f*ck, she wan chill
This the type shit that when I play it, they gon' feel
This the type shit that make a nigga swipe shit
Told a nigga, box the FN, we don't really fight shit
Bro, was really in them V's, the graveyard, the night shift
I know some hatin' niggas, when I drop, they ain't gon' like this
Writer: Isaiah George
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid