Them drugs killin' all my niggas, but I guess they all wanna die
Rest in peace, have talks with god Like, why this world f*cked up
Like, why the f*ck I always gotta slide
Them other niggas keep tryin' try us You wanna see murder its in my eyes
You won't see pain its in my eyes But I been with them, abusin' lean
All in my system Spendin' bands just so I get high
Spendin' bands on glocks go bennin Spin again and again again and again
Till them niggas drop man I f*cked up
I think I'm goin' to hell for all this sinning
I just wanna f*ck my bitches, chase this money
I'm tired of spinnin' opps I'm tired of hittin' tops
I'm tired of gettin' drops I'm tired of hoppin' in that car
Tryin' to go spin a block For all them niggas that kept dissin
Tryin' to diss the block They say KTs ain't gon' do what
Now we outside wit hots Broski always perky up
Every time it's murder time Every time I get that pussy
I swear I murder mines They don't want me to rap some real shit
They just wan hear murder lines Every time I try to smoke the weed
My body get burnin' hot When I pop out, I stay with two straps
I got Steve Urkel mines Boy all my bitches bad as f*ck
I got a burkin in mines All my broski want some birds
So I'm chirpin' mines They like, how the f*ck you come up
All them racks? Shit I was servin' lines but u had f*cked up
One or two, three times I'm on my fourth time Used to have a icloud
Now I'm on my fourth line Used to get no hoes
Now they all courtside I got one, two, three
F*ck around, see him with my fourth eye When I kill, I sip him out the cup
That's how I export mines Every time I leave a bitch
Swear she get more fine boy I f*ck ghost models
And I adore mines boy you boring nigga
She don't f*ck with you All she wanna do is
Spend some racks and get comfortable All she wanna do is
Ride passenger while you bippin' fast All she wanna do is
Eat dick when you feel unlovable Boy, this chopper like a pedophile
It'll to touch you and keep touchin', nigga Boy I only f*ck with my mix
I swear I don't f*ck with niggas Always clutchin' through the hoodies
So if they think I'm already up on niggas The niggas that talk so much
And sound thorough Be the dumbest niggas
Bitch itz rkz If you ain't know that, you know that
KTB shit, strike a whip and then we bouncing out that shit
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Them drugs killin' all my niggas, but I guess they all wanna die
Rest in peace, have talks with god Like, why this world f*cked up
Like, why the f*ck I always gotta slide
Them other niggas keep tryin' try us You wanna see murder its in my eyes
You won't see pain its in my eyes But I been with them, abusin' lean
All in my system Spendin' bands just so I get high
Spendin' bands on glocks go bennin Spin again and again again and again
Till them niggas drop man I f*cked up
I think I'm goin' to hell for all this sinning
I just wanna f*ck my bitches, chase this money
I'm tired of spinnin' opps I'm tired of hittin' tops
I'm tired of gettin' drops I'm tired of hoppin' in that car
Tryin' to go spin a block For all them niggas that kept dissin
Tryin' to diss the block They say KTs ain't gon' do what
Now we outside wit hots Broski always perky up
Every time it's murder time Every time I get that pussy
I swear I murder mines They don't want me to rap some real shit
They just wan hear murder lines Every time I try to smoke the weed
My body get burnin' hot When I pop out, I stay with two straps
I got Steve Urkel mines Boy all my bitches bad as f*ck
I got a burkin in mines All my broski want some birds
So I'm chirpin' mines They like, how the f*ck you come up
All them racks? Shit I was servin' lines but u had f*cked up
One or two, three times I'm on my fourth time Used to have a icloud
Now I'm on my fourth line Used to get no hoes
Now they all courtside I got one, two, three
F*ck around, see him with my fourth eye When I kill, I sip him out the cup
That's how I export mines Every time I leave a bitch
Swear she get more fine boy I f*ck ghost models
And I adore mines boy you boring nigga
She don't f*ck with you All she wanna do is
Spend some racks and get comfortable All she wanna do is
Ride passenger while you bippin' fast All she wanna do is
Eat dick when you feel unlovable Boy, this chopper like a pedophile
It'll to touch you and keep touchin', nigga Boy I only f*ck with my mix
I swear I don't f*ck with niggas Always clutchin' through the hoodies
So if they think I'm already up on niggas The niggas that talk so much
And sound thorough Be the dumbest niggas
Bitch itz rkz If you ain't know that, you know that
KTB shit, strike a whip and then we bouncing out that shit
Rest in peace, have talks with god Like, why this world f*cked up
Like, why the f*ck I always gotta slide
Them other niggas keep tryin' try us You wanna see murder its in my eyes
You won't see pain its in my eyes But I been with them, abusin' lean
All in my system Spendin' bands just so I get high
Spendin' bands on glocks go bennin Spin again and again again and again
Till them niggas drop man I f*cked up
I think I'm goin' to hell for all this sinning
I just wanna f*ck my bitches, chase this money
I'm tired of spinnin' opps I'm tired of hittin' tops
I'm tired of gettin' drops I'm tired of hoppin' in that car
Tryin' to go spin a block For all them niggas that kept dissin
Tryin' to diss the block They say KTs ain't gon' do what
Now we outside wit hots Broski always perky up
Every time it's murder time Every time I get that pussy
I swear I murder mines They don't want me to rap some real shit
They just wan hear murder lines Every time I try to smoke the weed
My body get burnin' hot When I pop out, I stay with two straps
I got Steve Urkel mines Boy all my bitches bad as f*ck
I got a burkin in mines All my broski want some birds
So I'm chirpin' mines They like, how the f*ck you come up
All them racks? Shit I was servin' lines but u had f*cked up
One or two, three times I'm on my fourth time Used to have a icloud
Now I'm on my fourth line Used to get no hoes
Now they all courtside I got one, two, three
F*ck around, see him with my fourth eye When I kill, I sip him out the cup
That's how I export mines Every time I leave a bitch
Swear she get more fine boy I f*ck ghost models
And I adore mines boy you boring nigga
She don't f*ck with you All she wanna do is
Spend some racks and get comfortable All she wanna do is
Ride passenger while you bippin' fast All she wanna do is
Eat dick when you feel unlovable Boy, this chopper like a pedophile
It'll to touch you and keep touchin', nigga Boy I only f*ck with my mix
I swear I don't f*ck with niggas Always clutchin' through the hoodies
So if they think I'm already up on niggas The niggas that talk so much
And sound thorough Be the dumbest niggas
Bitch itz rkz If you ain't know that, you know that
KTB shit, strike a whip and then we bouncing out that shit
Writer: Knowledge Abney
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