Aye CMoore, What it do bro?
GAS
Real niggas, give a f*ck about the next nigga
Tell your bitch to chill and stay the f*ck out my text message
My city girl, give a f*ck bout a nigga
She would travel to Milwaukee, for them bucks out a nigga
Thats my Greek Freak, Always gives me brain, but she dont geek me
Know I got to go, but she still give me a sneak peek
Damn girl, you know that i hate it when you tease me
End up staying, f*cking her all night, bumping please
Im the plumber, she just get the pipe when she leaking
Niggas know Im lit, Im on fire like a tiki
Bitches know Im it, I aint hiding, bitch Im seeking
And it aint shit, that a broke nigga can teach me
But if you got them M's, I might listen while you speaking
Lamped out, chilling out, but really nigga we can
Be camped out, your house, drilling for the weekend
Im stamped now, damn how, did this shit discreetly
Your bitch is not a secret, My nigga you can keep it
In other words, your chick a bird, and nigga I aint peeping
I'm a rock and roll model, we can lock and load hollows
Nina slutty, f*ck ya buddy and she knock the soul out him
I like my sheets with the funnel, Only thing butt naked
Is the bitch that Im bunning, and the one I'm sexing
Double D's wit no tummy, and the one I'm texting
She a geek and a dummy, love the way she neck it
Rappers faggots, like DaCheckit, I aint flagging
But Im repping, all the blacks to the mexicans
Anybody that aint prejudice, Im a Mack, Im neglecting
Any bitch that says she pregnant, when I rap, thats my gift
Bitch my presence is a present, City Niggas up at least like a dub
Only nigga in the city and the burbs getting love, And Im always strapped
When I hit the club, Niggas give me dap, all the bitches give me hugs
Real niggas, give a f*ck bout the next nigga
Real niggas, give a f*ck bout the next nigga
Real niggas, give a f*ck bout the next nigga
Tell ya bitch to chill and stay the f*ck out my text message
Told mom and pop, I know you dont want to be famous,
Im sorry for a lot of shit, but I aint sorry that we made it
Real niggas give a f*ck bout the next nigga
Tell ya bitch to chill and stay the f*ck out my text message
Tell ya bitch to chill, better tell ya bitch to chill
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Aye CMoore, What it do bro?
GAS
Real niggas, give a f*ck about the next nigga
Tell your bitch to chill and stay the f*ck out my text message
My city girl, give a f*ck bout a nigga
She would travel to Milwaukee, for them bucks out a nigga
Thats my Greek Freak, Always gives me brain, but she dont geek me
Know I got to go, but she still give me a sneak peek
Damn girl, you know that i hate it when you tease me
End up staying, f*cking her all night, bumping please
Im the plumber, she just get the pipe when she leaking
Niggas know Im lit, Im on fire like a tiki
Bitches know Im it, I aint hiding, bitch Im seeking
And it aint shit, that a broke nigga can teach me
But if you got them M's, I might listen while you speaking
Lamped out, chilling out, but really nigga we can
Be camped out, your house, drilling for the weekend
Im stamped now, damn how, did this shit discreetly
Your bitch is not a secret, My nigga you can keep it
In other words, your chick a bird, and nigga I aint peeping
I'm a rock and roll model, we can lock and load hollows
Nina slutty, f*ck ya buddy and she knock the soul out him
I like my sheets with the funnel, Only thing butt naked
Is the bitch that Im bunning, and the one I'm sexing
Double D's wit no tummy, and the one I'm texting
She a geek and a dummy, love the way she neck it
Rappers faggots, like DaCheckit, I aint flagging
But Im repping, all the blacks to the mexicans
Anybody that aint prejudice, Im a Mack, Im neglecting
Any bitch that says she pregnant, when I rap, thats my gift
Bitch my presence is a present, City Niggas up at least like a dub
Only nigga in the city and the burbs getting love, And Im always strapped
When I hit the club, Niggas give me dap, all the bitches give me hugs
Real niggas, give a f*ck bout the next nigga
Real niggas, give a f*ck bout the next nigga
Real niggas, give a f*ck bout the next nigga
Tell ya bitch to chill and stay the f*ck out my text message
Told mom and pop, I know you dont want to be famous,
Im sorry for a lot of shit, but I aint sorry that we made it
Real niggas give a f*ck bout the next nigga
Tell ya bitch to chill and stay the f*ck out my text message
Tell ya bitch to chill, better tell ya bitch to chill
GAS
Real niggas, give a f*ck about the next nigga
Tell your bitch to chill and stay the f*ck out my text message
My city girl, give a f*ck bout a nigga
She would travel to Milwaukee, for them bucks out a nigga
Thats my Greek Freak, Always gives me brain, but she dont geek me
Know I got to go, but she still give me a sneak peek
Damn girl, you know that i hate it when you tease me
End up staying, f*cking her all night, bumping please
Im the plumber, she just get the pipe when she leaking
Niggas know Im lit, Im on fire like a tiki
Bitches know Im it, I aint hiding, bitch Im seeking
And it aint shit, that a broke nigga can teach me
But if you got them M's, I might listen while you speaking
Lamped out, chilling out, but really nigga we can
Be camped out, your house, drilling for the weekend
Im stamped now, damn how, did this shit discreetly
Your bitch is not a secret, My nigga you can keep it
In other words, your chick a bird, and nigga I aint peeping
I'm a rock and roll model, we can lock and load hollows
Nina slutty, f*ck ya buddy and she knock the soul out him
I like my sheets with the funnel, Only thing butt naked
Is the bitch that Im bunning, and the one I'm sexing
Double D's wit no tummy, and the one I'm texting
She a geek and a dummy, love the way she neck it
Rappers faggots, like DaCheckit, I aint flagging
But Im repping, all the blacks to the mexicans
Anybody that aint prejudice, Im a Mack, Im neglecting
Any bitch that says she pregnant, when I rap, thats my gift
Bitch my presence is a present, City Niggas up at least like a dub
Only nigga in the city and the burbs getting love, And Im always strapped
When I hit the club, Niggas give me dap, all the bitches give me hugs
Real niggas, give a f*ck bout the next nigga
Real niggas, give a f*ck bout the next nigga
Real niggas, give a f*ck bout the next nigga
Tell ya bitch to chill and stay the f*ck out my text message
Told mom and pop, I know you dont want to be famous,
Im sorry for a lot of shit, but I aint sorry that we made it
Real niggas give a f*ck bout the next nigga
Tell ya bitch to chill and stay the f*ck out my text message
Tell ya bitch to chill, better tell ya bitch to chill
Writer: Perry Tart Jr
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid