I'm with Cuz up in this Hot car tryna spin tonight
Foenem got his double Glock tryna f*ck around n slide
I got all these f*ckin' killers with me, slow down before you crash
All these niggas talkin' like they wit it, don't make us show your live
Opps be dissin' on Jefe, This the last time speakin' on them guys
We gon' leave this in the street, feds ain't gon' get me if you die
I ain't gon' talk bout our artillery, opps gon' see it if they slide
JGTM just get the money, ITS I'm tryna slide
Niggas claimin' they big do it but, I don't see it in they eyes
You got niggas actin' like bitches, and bitches actin' like the guys
You got shorties who gon' blow it, and niggas who gon' run and hide
I ain't f*ckin' with the new streets, I pray a nigga don't testify
If a nigga up on that me, f*ck my case, I'm blowin' back
Let a nigga play with KC, a nigga gon' be dead down on his back
Take a knee, a launch, forty, It felt like Tyson socked you in your back
9 gon' make a nigga shake that Four-Five really just might stop your heart
All these niggas tryna get with me, you better go back to the start
I got my day ones in this field, they up that bitch and make it spark
I just Spent a sack up on the crate, it got me feelin' like Tony Stark
ARP gon' tap your dome and have you leakin' out your top
Make a nigga body drop, S.R.T. gon' do a dash
12 ain't bout to make us stop, f*ck the talkin', grab my Glock
P.O.B. I'm takin' off, sip I'm drink n now I'm leanin
But shorty thought I had a cough, my lil' shorty like Denzel, how he takin' off
I'm with cuz up in this hot car, tryna spin the night
Foenem got his double Glock, tryna f*ck around and slide
I got all these f*ckin' killers with me, slow down before you crash
All these niggas talkin' like they wit it don't make us show your live
Opps be dissin' on Jefe this the last time speakin' on them guys
We gon' leave this in the street, feds ain't gon' get me if you die
We ain't gon' talk bout our artillery, Opps gon see it if they slide
JGTM just get the money, ITS, I'm tryna slide
Niggas claimin' they big do it, but I don't see it in they eyes
You got niggas actin' like bitches, and bitches actin' like the guys
You got shorties who gon' blow it and niggas who gon' run and hide
I ain't f*ckin' with the new streets, I pray a nigga don't testify
I ain't f*ckin' with the new streets, I pray a nigga don't testify
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I'm with Cuz up in this Hot car tryna spin tonight
Foenem got his double Glock tryna f*ck around n slide
I got all these f*ckin' killers with me, slow down before you crash
All these niggas talkin' like they wit it, don't make us show your live
Opps be dissin' on Jefe, This the last time speakin' on them guys
We gon' leave this in the street, feds ain't gon' get me if you die
I ain't gon' talk bout our artillery, opps gon' see it if they slide
JGTM just get the money, ITS I'm tryna slide
Niggas claimin' they big do it but, I don't see it in they eyes
You got niggas actin' like bitches, and bitches actin' like the guys
You got shorties who gon' blow it, and niggas who gon' run and hide
I ain't f*ckin' with the new streets, I pray a nigga don't testify
If a nigga up on that me, f*ck my case, I'm blowin' back
Let a nigga play with KC, a nigga gon' be dead down on his back
Take a knee, a launch, forty, It felt like Tyson socked you in your back
9 gon' make a nigga shake that Four-Five really just might stop your heart
All these niggas tryna get with me, you better go back to the start
I got my day ones in this field, they up that bitch and make it spark
I just Spent a sack up on the crate, it got me feelin' like Tony Stark
ARP gon' tap your dome and have you leakin' out your top
Make a nigga body drop, S.R.T. gon' do a dash
12 ain't bout to make us stop, f*ck the talkin', grab my Glock
P.O.B. I'm takin' off, sip I'm drink n now I'm leanin
But shorty thought I had a cough, my lil' shorty like Denzel, how he takin' off
I'm with cuz up in this hot car, tryna spin the night
Foenem got his double Glock, tryna f*ck around and slide
I got all these f*ckin' killers with me, slow down before you crash
All these niggas talkin' like they wit it don't make us show your live
Opps be dissin' on Jefe this the last time speakin' on them guys
We gon' leave this in the street, feds ain't gon' get me if you die
We ain't gon' talk bout our artillery, Opps gon see it if they slide
JGTM just get the money, ITS, I'm tryna slide
Niggas claimin' they big do it, but I don't see it in they eyes
You got niggas actin' like bitches, and bitches actin' like the guys
You got shorties who gon' blow it and niggas who gon' run and hide
I ain't f*ckin' with the new streets, I pray a nigga don't testify
I ain't f*ckin' with the new streets, I pray a nigga don't testify
Foenem got his double Glock tryna f*ck around n slide
I got all these f*ckin' killers with me, slow down before you crash
All these niggas talkin' like they wit it, don't make us show your live
Opps be dissin' on Jefe, This the last time speakin' on them guys
We gon' leave this in the street, feds ain't gon' get me if you die
I ain't gon' talk bout our artillery, opps gon' see it if they slide
JGTM just get the money, ITS I'm tryna slide
Niggas claimin' they big do it but, I don't see it in they eyes
You got niggas actin' like bitches, and bitches actin' like the guys
You got shorties who gon' blow it, and niggas who gon' run and hide
I ain't f*ckin' with the new streets, I pray a nigga don't testify
If a nigga up on that me, f*ck my case, I'm blowin' back
Let a nigga play with KC, a nigga gon' be dead down on his back
Take a knee, a launch, forty, It felt like Tyson socked you in your back
9 gon' make a nigga shake that Four-Five really just might stop your heart
All these niggas tryna get with me, you better go back to the start
I got my day ones in this field, they up that bitch and make it spark
I just Spent a sack up on the crate, it got me feelin' like Tony Stark
ARP gon' tap your dome and have you leakin' out your top
Make a nigga body drop, S.R.T. gon' do a dash
12 ain't bout to make us stop, f*ck the talkin', grab my Glock
P.O.B. I'm takin' off, sip I'm drink n now I'm leanin
But shorty thought I had a cough, my lil' shorty like Denzel, how he takin' off
I'm with cuz up in this hot car, tryna spin the night
Foenem got his double Glock, tryna f*ck around and slide
I got all these f*ckin' killers with me, slow down before you crash
All these niggas talkin' like they wit it don't make us show your live
Opps be dissin' on Jefe this the last time speakin' on them guys
We gon' leave this in the street, feds ain't gon' get me if you die
We ain't gon' talk bout our artillery, Opps gon see it if they slide
JGTM just get the money, ITS, I'm tryna slide
Niggas claimin' they big do it, but I don't see it in they eyes
You got niggas actin' like bitches, and bitches actin' like the guys
You got shorties who gon' blow it and niggas who gon' run and hide
I ain't f*ckin' with the new streets, I pray a nigga don't testify
I ain't f*ckin' with the new streets, I pray a nigga don't testify
Writer: Kendale Cherry
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