What-what-what-what-what
Yea nigga
Aye gang nigga aint nobody really f*cking with me man you hear me
Aye..aye.. Aye Wardy how you man
Aye Wuke how you soulja
Free Lil Jay, free Quavo right the f*ck now
Ran in that house, get down, get down!
Suppressor look like its a bike peg
Locked in since youngins, so bitch we dont fight fair
Pull up and leave his ass right there
Your block never seen yellow tape
Something bout yall trenches they seeming too safe
We slide on his block, home base
Nigga gon take me out thats dead
Need my money right now or whatever that commercial said
I might lunch out I aint take my meds
He do it for the clout but watch he be dead
Da big mossberg gon take off his legs
The perks touch down, watch the gang go aye
New whip on the block, watch 12 try raid
He did that show, he aint even get paid
Hit him with hot shit, watch he need aid
Boy you aint no f*cking menace
Said he got shot, well my name Bennet
F*cked on that bitch she aint even let me finish
Im a back street nigga I dont need no attention
MoeMoney done came from rags to riches
You aint on shit you still wifing the saddest bitches
Throw you the pack like Im pitching
They dissing in DMs, but be in my mentions
Thats how you feel though
Why is you acting like a weirdo
Idk what you on thats what niggas get killed for
On God, you hear me doe?
Look in his eyes, he gon crumble like tin foil
These bullets gon burn like mint oil
Serving dope on a spoon, like here its good for you
These niggas my sons Im here for it
My man just came home and he pushing a ford explorer
He tryn rob cause he that bored
They know I push up in some shit that they cant afford
She good with her mouth I say good lord
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What-what-what-what-what
Yea nigga
Aye gang nigga aint nobody really f*cking with me man you hear me
Aye..aye.. Aye Wardy how you man
Aye Wuke how you soulja
Free Lil Jay, free Quavo right the f*ck now
Ran in that house, get down, get down!
Suppressor look like its a bike peg
Locked in since youngins, so bitch we dont fight fair
Pull up and leave his ass right there
Your block never seen yellow tape
Something bout yall trenches they seeming too safe
We slide on his block, home base
Nigga gon take me out thats dead
Need my money right now or whatever that commercial said
I might lunch out I aint take my meds
He do it for the clout but watch he be dead
Da big mossberg gon take off his legs
The perks touch down, watch the gang go aye
New whip on the block, watch 12 try raid
He did that show, he aint even get paid
Hit him with hot shit, watch he need aid
Boy you aint no f*cking menace
Said he got shot, well my name Bennet
F*cked on that bitch she aint even let me finish
Im a back street nigga I dont need no attention
MoeMoney done came from rags to riches
You aint on shit you still wifing the saddest bitches
Throw you the pack like Im pitching
They dissing in DMs, but be in my mentions
Thats how you feel though
Why is you acting like a weirdo
Idk what you on thats what niggas get killed for
On God, you hear me doe?
Look in his eyes, he gon crumble like tin foil
These bullets gon burn like mint oil
Serving dope on a spoon, like here its good for you
These niggas my sons Im here for it
My man just came home and he pushing a ford explorer
He tryn rob cause he that bored
They know I push up in some shit that they cant afford
She good with her mouth I say good lord
Yea nigga
Aye gang nigga aint nobody really f*cking with me man you hear me
Aye..aye.. Aye Wardy how you man
Aye Wuke how you soulja
Free Lil Jay, free Quavo right the f*ck now
Ran in that house, get down, get down!
Suppressor look like its a bike peg
Locked in since youngins, so bitch we dont fight fair
Pull up and leave his ass right there
Your block never seen yellow tape
Something bout yall trenches they seeming too safe
We slide on his block, home base
Nigga gon take me out thats dead
Need my money right now or whatever that commercial said
I might lunch out I aint take my meds
He do it for the clout but watch he be dead
Da big mossberg gon take off his legs
The perks touch down, watch the gang go aye
New whip on the block, watch 12 try raid
He did that show, he aint even get paid
Hit him with hot shit, watch he need aid
Boy you aint no f*cking menace
Said he got shot, well my name Bennet
F*cked on that bitch she aint even let me finish
Im a back street nigga I dont need no attention
MoeMoney done came from rags to riches
You aint on shit you still wifing the saddest bitches
Throw you the pack like Im pitching
They dissing in DMs, but be in my mentions
Thats how you feel though
Why is you acting like a weirdo
Idk what you on thats what niggas get killed for
On God, you hear me doe?
Look in his eyes, he gon crumble like tin foil
These bullets gon burn like mint oil
Serving dope on a spoon, like here its good for you
These niggas my sons Im here for it
My man just came home and he pushing a ford explorer
He tryn rob cause he that bored
They know I push up in some shit that they cant afford
She good with her mouth I say good lord
Writer: MoeMoneyCam, Cameron Reeder
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid