$pookss - B2B Lyrics

I don't want no bitch niggas around me, get em out my way
Tryna get this cake, stayin' in my lane
We done left him dat lake, shot him with this K
Goofy try to up it, 40 sent him to his grave
MineM illy in my f*ckin' pocket, ready pop a nigga
I don't give a f*ck, I hit him with this f*ckin' binary trigger
Uh, talkin' shit up on who name Bitch nigga come around me, he caught a f*ckin stray
Slangin' Kaine, smokin' gas till I pass away
Bitches on my nose, yung nigga ain't been f*ckin' sane
From the west coast, was trappin' while I was in L.A
Ayy, bitch, now we droppin' K's
From the 619, I grew up there, but I still love the block
Niggas ain't been trappin', sellin' pens, lil' bitch, I'm sellin' rock
Tryna find me, you catch the ones, and then you meet my Glock
Ask around, lil' Steven ran away, cause he ain't have a gun
Caught his bitch Bruce lee, that way it got a kick
.762's gon' make his body flip Blue lightning in his bitch, it's that blue tip
Rollin' in that chair, you gon' think you a crip
Bitch nigga, .562, now he rollin' out P-80 blow this bitch, it sound like rollin' loud
Goddamn nigga, I can't even hear it Dumped the whole clip, now Im hearing ringin' in my ear
Yeah, said f*ck them niggas, f*ck Von and f*ck Mir
Grim Reaper by my side, yeah, he sayin' my time near
Bitch, I'm smokin' on that gas, it's makin' me feel weird
I got FMJs and Glocks to hit him with this f*ckin' spear
Don't call me a bitch, lil' nigga, I ain't no f*ckin' mirror
Why you lookin' at yourself, fag nigga, you a queer