It's a hit or a miss if I knock his ass out
Bro got the jammer keep running yah mouth
Imma trap block scammer have us f*ckin your spouse
Heard the bitch like the boot so I'm kickin her out
Put the hand across her face i ain't lettin her shout
Don't you f*ck wit the gang imma air this bitch out
3 Grams to the face you ain't matching my style
When I pull out the stick bet he run him a mile
Smoke out the crunch swerve your man on the back street
Stay wit that stick tell your man don't at me
Take off his top long sleep he napping
Stay on the block no sleep I'm trapping
Am to pm I'm makin a hit
She live in the dick while I send out the bricks
That nigga keep hating he know he the lick
I walk wit my stick I ain't singin shit
You see all these racks I'm 2 times stunning
I whipped out the stick and them niggas start running
I hit at his head and that nigga turned dummy
These catier frames have my dick in her tummy
I kicked that bitch out start saying she love me
She like dick in her mouth I don't f*ck wit gold diggers
3 Grams to the face I don't remember you niggas
619 Rey masterio you Nîggas
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It's a hit or a miss if I knock his ass out
Bro got the jammer keep running yah mouth
Imma trap block scammer have us f*ckin your spouse
Heard the bitch like the boot so I'm kickin her out
Put the hand across her face i ain't lettin her shout
Don't you f*ck wit the gang imma air this bitch out
3 Grams to the face you ain't matching my style
When I pull out the stick bet he run him a mile
Smoke out the crunch swerve your man on the back street
Stay wit that stick tell your man don't at me
Take off his top long sleep he napping
Stay on the block no sleep I'm trapping
Am to pm I'm makin a hit
She live in the dick while I send out the bricks
That nigga keep hating he know he the lick
I walk wit my stick I ain't singin shit
You see all these racks I'm 2 times stunning
I whipped out the stick and them niggas start running
I hit at his head and that nigga turned dummy
These catier frames have my dick in her tummy
I kicked that bitch out start saying she love me
She like dick in her mouth I don't f*ck wit gold diggers
3 Grams to the face I don't remember you niggas
619 Rey masterio you Nîggas
Bro got the jammer keep running yah mouth
Imma trap block scammer have us f*ckin your spouse
Heard the bitch like the boot so I'm kickin her out
Put the hand across her face i ain't lettin her shout
Don't you f*ck wit the gang imma air this bitch out
3 Grams to the face you ain't matching my style
When I pull out the stick bet he run him a mile
Smoke out the crunch swerve your man on the back street
Stay wit that stick tell your man don't at me
Take off his top long sleep he napping
Stay on the block no sleep I'm trapping
Am to pm I'm makin a hit
She live in the dick while I send out the bricks
That nigga keep hating he know he the lick
I walk wit my stick I ain't singin shit
You see all these racks I'm 2 times stunning
I whipped out the stick and them niggas start running
I hit at his head and that nigga turned dummy
These catier frames have my dick in her tummy
I kicked that bitch out start saying she love me
She like dick in her mouth I don't f*ck wit gold diggers
3 Grams to the face I don't remember you niggas
619 Rey masterio you Nîggas
Writer: Thomas young
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