Yeah, yeah, yeah
I know these niggas mad when I come in the door, nigga
Niggas stupid as f*ck
Oh, shit, this nigga back again
Damn
Yeah
Nigga, what the f*ck they talkin' bout
I got choppers in this bitch
Yeah
I said I'm talkin' like my gas applying pressure, nigga
And when I spark up, that bitch gon' punch me in my f*ckin' liver
That AR kickin' and you know I'm squeezin' the f*ckin' trigger
You talkin' too much, I told your ass I'm not no rap nigga
A trenches nigga, I come from the north side where they slide
And my niggas with me loaded up in the car, ready to die
This ain't the life for you, bro, I'm not even tryin' to lie
Cause when them bullets start to fly
I bet your ass just lay down and cry
A 5-5-6, this a big-ass bitch, it hold a f*ckin' hundred
My lil' niggas talkin' all that shit, ain't never f*ckin' runnin
I got a chopper in my pants, I up and get the gunning
That nigga pump faked on the corner, I knew that nigga was f*ckin' stunnin
Told me to wake up and get back in my bag
I been blessed with a lot of shit that other niggas ain't had
But I can't trust a bitch been like that since the past
And just wait till the day I slap a hoe and her dad
Hold on chill, bro
Nah, nigga, this what they wantin', let me speak my shit, bro
Come back on this bitch hot
Crazy on this motherf*ckin' nigga, I'm tellin' you
Damn, nigga, that's how you wanna really do it to him
Yeah, nigga
They ain't learnin' less than the first time, nigga, let's go
Damn, bro, talk yo' shit
Gang, gang
Yeah, yeah
They want me to crash out on this bitch, I'm talkin' straight facts
My lil' niggas in the back room, they eating break fast
And I'm hangin' up in yo' face if you ain't talkin' bout no cash
I like to get to the point, or matter of fact, get to the bag
While these niggas talkin' on my name like I won't do shit
I grab the Glock, grab the clip, and unload, it was a full bitch
And while these niggas playin', I walk around with my f*ckin' stick
That bullet hit his head, and it made him do a f*ckin' flip
Oh shit, yo' bitch was in the fair, cause she was doin' tricks
Matter of fact, she was an acrobat, cause she was flippin' on my dick
Can't even tell you all the shit we did up in the f*ckin' crib
That bitch was upside down, looked like a tornado flew through it
And my demons some crash, I still gon' hit you with the Sig
Or the FN, cause that's just how these niggas really get
Still confused on why this nigga keep on talkin' out his lips
So I stabbed him in his neck, now the nigga cannot speak again
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Yeah, yeah, yeah
I know these niggas mad when I come in the door, nigga
Niggas stupid as f*ck
Oh, shit, this nigga back again
Damn
Yeah
Nigga, what the f*ck they talkin' bout
I got choppers in this bitch
Yeah
I said I'm talkin' like my gas applying pressure, nigga
And when I spark up, that bitch gon' punch me in my f*ckin' liver
That AR kickin' and you know I'm squeezin' the f*ckin' trigger
You talkin' too much, I told your ass I'm not no rap nigga
A trenches nigga, I come from the north side where they slide
And my niggas with me loaded up in the car, ready to die
This ain't the life for you, bro, I'm not even tryin' to lie
Cause when them bullets start to fly
I bet your ass just lay down and cry
A 5-5-6, this a big-ass bitch, it hold a f*ckin' hundred
My lil' niggas talkin' all that shit, ain't never f*ckin' runnin
I got a chopper in my pants, I up and get the gunning
That nigga pump faked on the corner, I knew that nigga was f*ckin' stunnin
Told me to wake up and get back in my bag
I been blessed with a lot of shit that other niggas ain't had
But I can't trust a bitch been like that since the past
And just wait till the day I slap a hoe and her dad
Hold on chill, bro
Nah, nigga, this what they wantin', let me speak my shit, bro
Come back on this bitch hot
Crazy on this motherf*ckin' nigga, I'm tellin' you
Damn, nigga, that's how you wanna really do it to him
Yeah, nigga
They ain't learnin' less than the first time, nigga, let's go
Damn, bro, talk yo' shit
Gang, gang
Yeah, yeah
They want me to crash out on this bitch, I'm talkin' straight facts
My lil' niggas in the back room, they eating break fast
And I'm hangin' up in yo' face if you ain't talkin' bout no cash
I like to get to the point, or matter of fact, get to the bag
While these niggas talkin' on my name like I won't do shit
I grab the Glock, grab the clip, and unload, it was a full bitch
And while these niggas playin', I walk around with my f*ckin' stick
That bullet hit his head, and it made him do a f*ckin' flip
Oh shit, yo' bitch was in the fair, cause she was doin' tricks
Matter of fact, she was an acrobat, cause she was flippin' on my dick
Can't even tell you all the shit we did up in the f*ckin' crib
That bitch was upside down, looked like a tornado flew through it
And my demons some crash, I still gon' hit you with the Sig
Or the FN, cause that's just how these niggas really get
Still confused on why this nigga keep on talkin' out his lips
So I stabbed him in his neck, now the nigga cannot speak again
I know these niggas mad when I come in the door, nigga
Niggas stupid as f*ck
Oh, shit, this nigga back again
Damn
Yeah
Nigga, what the f*ck they talkin' bout
I got choppers in this bitch
Yeah
I said I'm talkin' like my gas applying pressure, nigga
And when I spark up, that bitch gon' punch me in my f*ckin' liver
That AR kickin' and you know I'm squeezin' the f*ckin' trigger
You talkin' too much, I told your ass I'm not no rap nigga
A trenches nigga, I come from the north side where they slide
And my niggas with me loaded up in the car, ready to die
This ain't the life for you, bro, I'm not even tryin' to lie
Cause when them bullets start to fly
I bet your ass just lay down and cry
A 5-5-6, this a big-ass bitch, it hold a f*ckin' hundred
My lil' niggas talkin' all that shit, ain't never f*ckin' runnin
I got a chopper in my pants, I up and get the gunning
That nigga pump faked on the corner, I knew that nigga was f*ckin' stunnin
Told me to wake up and get back in my bag
I been blessed with a lot of shit that other niggas ain't had
But I can't trust a bitch been like that since the past
And just wait till the day I slap a hoe and her dad
Hold on chill, bro
Nah, nigga, this what they wantin', let me speak my shit, bro
Come back on this bitch hot
Crazy on this motherf*ckin' nigga, I'm tellin' you
Damn, nigga, that's how you wanna really do it to him
Yeah, nigga
They ain't learnin' less than the first time, nigga, let's go
Damn, bro, talk yo' shit
Gang, gang
Yeah, yeah
They want me to crash out on this bitch, I'm talkin' straight facts
My lil' niggas in the back room, they eating break fast
And I'm hangin' up in yo' face if you ain't talkin' bout no cash
I like to get to the point, or matter of fact, get to the bag
While these niggas talkin' on my name like I won't do shit
I grab the Glock, grab the clip, and unload, it was a full bitch
And while these niggas playin', I walk around with my f*ckin' stick
That bullet hit his head, and it made him do a f*ckin' flip
Oh shit, yo' bitch was in the fair, cause she was doin' tricks
Matter of fact, she was an acrobat, cause she was flippin' on my dick
Can't even tell you all the shit we did up in the f*ckin' crib
That bitch was upside down, looked like a tornado flew through it
And my demons some crash, I still gon' hit you with the Sig
Or the FN, cause that's just how these niggas really get
Still confused on why this nigga keep on talkin' out his lips
So I stabbed him in his neck, now the nigga cannot speak again
Writer: Nick H
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