Look
I'm sorry momma
Whenever I see that boy I'm pulling his card momma
You play with toys we stay wit roids that shit that'll leave yo momma trauma
Ran up them commas
Not with that internet beef bitch I ain't wit all the drama
Let's solve the problem
We pulling up shooting and don't give a f*ck if we see a toddler
My ex bitch thought that shit was lame, she say, "pistoled packing"
Don't act like you don't know us, hop out catch him lackin
Boy I be quick to up the score, leave a nigga past tense
Don't think I'm faking, leave yo brain damaged
Gunfire , swear that I don't miss them hoes out the Desire
People tryna say that I'm cloned, no I'm not sir
Niggas think I sold my soul for a couple dollars
Tryna tell 'em I did this shit on my own, I put in hours
Buildings gone, knocking down towers
He dead he gone, bitch that's my work
Shoot up the funeral, burn all the flowers
Resurrection, crucify him til I can't no more
Niggas mad tryna up the score
Spray and make that Draco blow
Gunfire
Miss them hoes out the Desire
Tryna say that I'm.. no I'm not sir
Sold my.. for a couple dollars
Tryna tell 'em I did this shit on my own
He dead he gone, bitch that's my work
Shoot up the funeral, burn all the flowers
Resurrection, crucify him til I can't no more
Niggas mad tryna up the score
Draco blow
Let's do roll call
Please raise yo hand if ever touched a 50 ball
Hottest inna city, they not f*ckin wit me that's why they hate me now
Cop a new Bentley get that bitch tinted
Like bitch come race me now
All the opps they hate me now
Don't play wit me I'm a real f*ckin street nigga
We play for keeps nigga, how you think we eat nigga?
He like to twitter tweet bitch it's beef we in the streets with it
We kill and leave no witness
We aim it at yo fitted
I'm sorry momma,
Whenever I see that boy I'm pulling his card momma
You play with toys we stay wit roids that shit that'll give yo momma trauma
Ran up them commas
Not with that internet beef bitch I ain't wit all the drama
Let's solve the problem
We pulling up shooting and don't give a f*ck if we see a toddler
My ex bitch thought that shit was lame, she say, "pistoled packing"
Don't act like you don't know us, hop out catch him lackin
Boy I be quick to up the score and leave a nigga past tense
Don't think I'm faking, leave yo brain damaged
Uh yea
Uh yea
Uh yea
Gunfire, swear that I don't miss them hoes out the Desire
Tryna say that I'm cloned, no I'm not sir
No I'm not sir..
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Look
I'm sorry momma
Whenever I see that boy I'm pulling his card momma
You play with toys we stay wit roids that shit that'll leave yo momma trauma
Ran up them commas
Not with that internet beef bitch I ain't wit all the drama
Let's solve the problem
We pulling up shooting and don't give a f*ck if we see a toddler
My ex bitch thought that shit was lame, she say, "pistoled packing"
Don't act like you don't know us, hop out catch him lackin
Boy I be quick to up the score, leave a nigga past tense
Don't think I'm faking, leave yo brain damaged
Gunfire , swear that I don't miss them hoes out the Desire
People tryna say that I'm cloned, no I'm not sir
Niggas think I sold my soul for a couple dollars
Tryna tell 'em I did this shit on my own, I put in hours
Buildings gone, knocking down towers
He dead he gone, bitch that's my work
Shoot up the funeral, burn all the flowers
Resurrection, crucify him til I can't no more
Niggas mad tryna up the score
Spray and make that Draco blow
Gunfire
Miss them hoes out the Desire
Tryna say that I'm.. no I'm not sir
Sold my.. for a couple dollars
Tryna tell 'em I did this shit on my own
He dead he gone, bitch that's my work
Shoot up the funeral, burn all the flowers
Resurrection, crucify him til I can't no more
Niggas mad tryna up the score
Draco blow
Let's do roll call
Please raise yo hand if ever touched a 50 ball
Hottest inna city, they not f*ckin wit me that's why they hate me now
Cop a new Bentley get that bitch tinted
Like bitch come race me now
All the opps they hate me now
Don't play wit me I'm a real f*ckin street nigga
We play for keeps nigga, how you think we eat nigga?
He like to twitter tweet bitch it's beef we in the streets with it
We kill and leave no witness
We aim it at yo fitted
I'm sorry momma,
Whenever I see that boy I'm pulling his card momma
You play with toys we stay wit roids that shit that'll give yo momma trauma
Ran up them commas
Not with that internet beef bitch I ain't wit all the drama
Let's solve the problem
We pulling up shooting and don't give a f*ck if we see a toddler
My ex bitch thought that shit was lame, she say, "pistoled packing"
Don't act like you don't know us, hop out catch him lackin
Boy I be quick to up the score and leave a nigga past tense
Don't think I'm faking, leave yo brain damaged
Uh yea
Uh yea
Uh yea
Gunfire, swear that I don't miss them hoes out the Desire
Tryna say that I'm cloned, no I'm not sir
No I'm not sir..
I'm sorry momma
Whenever I see that boy I'm pulling his card momma
You play with toys we stay wit roids that shit that'll leave yo momma trauma
Ran up them commas
Not with that internet beef bitch I ain't wit all the drama
Let's solve the problem
We pulling up shooting and don't give a f*ck if we see a toddler
My ex bitch thought that shit was lame, she say, "pistoled packing"
Don't act like you don't know us, hop out catch him lackin
Boy I be quick to up the score, leave a nigga past tense
Don't think I'm faking, leave yo brain damaged
Gunfire , swear that I don't miss them hoes out the Desire
People tryna say that I'm cloned, no I'm not sir
Niggas think I sold my soul for a couple dollars
Tryna tell 'em I did this shit on my own, I put in hours
Buildings gone, knocking down towers
He dead he gone, bitch that's my work
Shoot up the funeral, burn all the flowers
Resurrection, crucify him til I can't no more
Niggas mad tryna up the score
Spray and make that Draco blow
Gunfire
Miss them hoes out the Desire
Tryna say that I'm.. no I'm not sir
Sold my.. for a couple dollars
Tryna tell 'em I did this shit on my own
He dead he gone, bitch that's my work
Shoot up the funeral, burn all the flowers
Resurrection, crucify him til I can't no more
Niggas mad tryna up the score
Draco blow
Let's do roll call
Please raise yo hand if ever touched a 50 ball
Hottest inna city, they not f*ckin wit me that's why they hate me now
Cop a new Bentley get that bitch tinted
Like bitch come race me now
All the opps they hate me now
Don't play wit me I'm a real f*ckin street nigga
We play for keeps nigga, how you think we eat nigga?
He like to twitter tweet bitch it's beef we in the streets with it
We kill and leave no witness
We aim it at yo fitted
I'm sorry momma,
Whenever I see that boy I'm pulling his card momma
You play with toys we stay wit roids that shit that'll give yo momma trauma
Ran up them commas
Not with that internet beef bitch I ain't wit all the drama
Let's solve the problem
We pulling up shooting and don't give a f*ck if we see a toddler
My ex bitch thought that shit was lame, she say, "pistoled packing"
Don't act like you don't know us, hop out catch him lackin
Boy I be quick to up the score and leave a nigga past tense
Don't think I'm faking, leave yo brain damaged
Uh yea
Uh yea
Uh yea
Gunfire, swear that I don't miss them hoes out the Desire
Tryna say that I'm cloned, no I'm not sir
No I'm not sir..
Writer: Louis Larrieu V
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid