Mmm
Step with my .40 then i walk in the show
When is this beat gon drop fam
Yuh
Clutchin my .40 when im on the show
I'm with the killers they step on our road
These niggas not like that they tryna pose
And free up jb he was doing the most
And free up k$ he was tweak for bro
Pull up on me and im shootin for sure
Get the pack, break it down and i break it in fours
I go to the block and i do my chores
And i walk thru all these blocks like im goin on tour
Put a switch on the glock and then i just roar
All my pockets double stuffed im walkin in fours
All my guns double stuffed im shootin way more
If my team get the drop then you know we just score
Niggas aint on shit im gettin so bored
Thilly got the whip and i tell em just floor it
When i came to sin i dont want remorse
Jump off the porch i buy me a torch
Hearts so cold me go brrrr
Glock gen five you could call me a nerd
Cro said he got em so and i tell em yell blrrrrd
Walk in the trap and im baggin us food
Glizzy on you please dont be a fool
F*ck the jakes i hate following rules
Extended clip jordan pass me the tool
Roll all my opps i mix it with keef
I'm in your neighborhood pushin them peas
Neighborhood hero im pushing them keys
Izzÿ servin the west im servin the east
Slidin dem blocks we be gettin dem peas
Bag on the head when i run in the leaves
Pockets be full and we havin a feast
I be slippin on niggas im leavin a crease
Diss on the gang and we leave you deceased
Shordy wanna f*ck but i know she a treesh
I line up these opps layin under the dirt
F*ck with the gang put your bro on a shirt
Opps thots not safe they be catchin astray
I whip out the tommy im lettin it spray
That nigga thought he was bout to get away
Then i pass the assist to my right hand Trey
Speak on the bros we diggin your grave
Speak on the bros we diggin your face
Pull up on me i might mace him
My dawgs they dont leave a trace
Shordy on me told her give me the face
Still on the block and i'm nippin the james
Swiping my card on the Binance-chain
She gave me a top it was so insane
Show the youngin the racks they were so amazed
She dem pon the block getin choc choc trained
And shoutout my slime Malik n Trey
Wanna f*ck with the gang go catch me a brain
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Mmm
Step with my .40 then i walk in the show
When is this beat gon drop fam
Yuh
Clutchin my .40 when im on the show
I'm with the killers they step on our road
These niggas not like that they tryna pose
And free up jb he was doing the most
And free up k$ he was tweak for bro
Pull up on me and im shootin for sure
Get the pack, break it down and i break it in fours
I go to the block and i do my chores
And i walk thru all these blocks like im goin on tour
Put a switch on the glock and then i just roar
All my pockets double stuffed im walkin in fours
All my guns double stuffed im shootin way more
If my team get the drop then you know we just score
Niggas aint on shit im gettin so bored
Thilly got the whip and i tell em just floor it
When i came to sin i dont want remorse
Jump off the porch i buy me a torch
Hearts so cold me go brrrr
Glock gen five you could call me a nerd
Cro said he got em so and i tell em yell blrrrrd
Walk in the trap and im baggin us food
Glizzy on you please dont be a fool
F*ck the jakes i hate following rules
Extended clip jordan pass me the tool
Roll all my opps i mix it with keef
I'm in your neighborhood pushin them peas
Neighborhood hero im pushing them keys
Izzÿ servin the west im servin the east
Slidin dem blocks we be gettin dem peas
Bag on the head when i run in the leaves
Pockets be full and we havin a feast
I be slippin on niggas im leavin a crease
Diss on the gang and we leave you deceased
Shordy wanna f*ck but i know she a treesh
I line up these opps layin under the dirt
F*ck with the gang put your bro on a shirt
Opps thots not safe they be catchin astray
I whip out the tommy im lettin it spray
That nigga thought he was bout to get away
Then i pass the assist to my right hand Trey
Speak on the bros we diggin your grave
Speak on the bros we diggin your face
Pull up on me i might mace him
My dawgs they dont leave a trace
Shordy on me told her give me the face
Still on the block and i'm nippin the james
Swiping my card on the Binance-chain
She gave me a top it was so insane
Show the youngin the racks they were so amazed
She dem pon the block getin choc choc trained
And shoutout my slime Malik n Trey
Wanna f*ck with the gang go catch me a brain
Step with my .40 then i walk in the show
When is this beat gon drop fam
Yuh
Clutchin my .40 when im on the show
I'm with the killers they step on our road
These niggas not like that they tryna pose
And free up jb he was doing the most
And free up k$ he was tweak for bro
Pull up on me and im shootin for sure
Get the pack, break it down and i break it in fours
I go to the block and i do my chores
And i walk thru all these blocks like im goin on tour
Put a switch on the glock and then i just roar
All my pockets double stuffed im walkin in fours
All my guns double stuffed im shootin way more
If my team get the drop then you know we just score
Niggas aint on shit im gettin so bored
Thilly got the whip and i tell em just floor it
When i came to sin i dont want remorse
Jump off the porch i buy me a torch
Hearts so cold me go brrrr
Glock gen five you could call me a nerd
Cro said he got em so and i tell em yell blrrrrd
Walk in the trap and im baggin us food
Glizzy on you please dont be a fool
F*ck the jakes i hate following rules
Extended clip jordan pass me the tool
Roll all my opps i mix it with keef
I'm in your neighborhood pushin them peas
Neighborhood hero im pushing them keys
Izzÿ servin the west im servin the east
Slidin dem blocks we be gettin dem peas
Bag on the head when i run in the leaves
Pockets be full and we havin a feast
I be slippin on niggas im leavin a crease
Diss on the gang and we leave you deceased
Shordy wanna f*ck but i know she a treesh
I line up these opps layin under the dirt
F*ck with the gang put your bro on a shirt
Opps thots not safe they be catchin astray
I whip out the tommy im lettin it spray
That nigga thought he was bout to get away
Then i pass the assist to my right hand Trey
Speak on the bros we diggin your grave
Speak on the bros we diggin your face
Pull up on me i might mace him
My dawgs they dont leave a trace
Shordy on me told her give me the face
Still on the block and i'm nippin the james
Swiping my card on the Binance-chain
She gave me a top it was so insane
Show the youngin the racks they were so amazed
She dem pon the block getin choc choc trained
And shoutout my slime Malik n Trey
Wanna f*ck with the gang go catch me a brain
Writer: Mr. Wipeshitdown
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid