Bro stop bringin' up them dead niggas, they not the hot topic
Throw a band right at her face and make her pop lock it
Them niggas sliding tryna pose on our block, bro just stop sliding
Bounce out, sent him three feet up, like a stop sign
Bro got mad, I took his pop, now he tryn cock block
Bitch, try touch my cup, bitch aht aht
Nigga got hit with that fye forgot to stop drop and then roll on em
I ain't a plumber, but we sliding putting poles on him
Make a bitch play dress up, I put clothes on her
Dropped some funds in her account, and it froze on her
She done told on me, but they ain't gon' come
Cause what the f*ck, they gon' come for her
I switch my trap up every season, now I'm a swipe lord
I be treating that lil' bitch like a peasant, what you nice for
When I f*ck, bitch, turn all this shit off, what these lights for
You heard the feds be tappin' in them killings what what you wanna type for
Make this bitch take a chike for me, she a meat demon
But she played our cards right, so we hit Sephora
Go ahead and get that Valentino, pick up Miss Dior
You wanna BBL next, I'll get it for you
I do what your last couldn't do, Richard Mille on you
But first you gotta pass the test
Like you, you send that drop
When I need it, when I'm tryna slide
Can you flip him like a burger, when we with five guys
Walk up at the corner, shots flyin, and you hear fah fah, few few
Them bullets close they flew past his face
Real wok, when it hit your tongue, it got a lasting taste
Cut the dope with some shhhh, it got a elastic taste
Nigga, try to run, but them bullets fast, they went past his pace
Niggas know not to test me, cause I got passing grades
Niggas know not to come outside when we pass the eight
I think that's a opposition, bro, pass the drac
I be feelin' like I hit the f*ckin' lottery when I smack a chase
She a horny bitch, she like everything, dick smack her face
Make the opps get comfortable, then they lackin' phase
They like, do you scam a rob, no I sell the drank
Some wokhardt, some acorn, some Trish, nigga
What you want, come and get it, nigga
Got everything, come shop with us
KTB shit, strike yo whip, and then we
What
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Bro stop bringin' up them dead niggas, they not the hot topic
Throw a band right at her face and make her pop lock it
Them niggas sliding tryna pose on our block, bro just stop sliding
Bounce out, sent him three feet up, like a stop sign
Bro got mad, I took his pop, now he tryn cock block
Bitch, try touch my cup, bitch aht aht
Nigga got hit with that fye forgot to stop drop and then roll on em
I ain't a plumber, but we sliding putting poles on him
Make a bitch play dress up, I put clothes on her
Dropped some funds in her account, and it froze on her
She done told on me, but they ain't gon' come
Cause what the f*ck, they gon' come for her
I switch my trap up every season, now I'm a swipe lord
I be treating that lil' bitch like a peasant, what you nice for
When I f*ck, bitch, turn all this shit off, what these lights for
You heard the feds be tappin' in them killings what what you wanna type for
Make this bitch take a chike for me, she a meat demon
But she played our cards right, so we hit Sephora
Go ahead and get that Valentino, pick up Miss Dior
You wanna BBL next, I'll get it for you
I do what your last couldn't do, Richard Mille on you
But first you gotta pass the test
Like you, you send that drop
When I need it, when I'm tryna slide
Can you flip him like a burger, when we with five guys
Walk up at the corner, shots flyin, and you hear fah fah, few few
Them bullets close they flew past his face
Real wok, when it hit your tongue, it got a lasting taste
Cut the dope with some shhhh, it got a elastic taste
Nigga, try to run, but them bullets fast, they went past his pace
Niggas know not to test me, cause I got passing grades
Niggas know not to come outside when we pass the eight
I think that's a opposition, bro, pass the drac
I be feelin' like I hit the f*ckin' lottery when I smack a chase
She a horny bitch, she like everything, dick smack her face
Make the opps get comfortable, then they lackin' phase
They like, do you scam a rob, no I sell the drank
Some wokhardt, some acorn, some Trish, nigga
What you want, come and get it, nigga
Got everything, come shop with us
KTB shit, strike yo whip, and then we
What
Throw a band right at her face and make her pop lock it
Them niggas sliding tryna pose on our block, bro just stop sliding
Bounce out, sent him three feet up, like a stop sign
Bro got mad, I took his pop, now he tryn cock block
Bitch, try touch my cup, bitch aht aht
Nigga got hit with that fye forgot to stop drop and then roll on em
I ain't a plumber, but we sliding putting poles on him
Make a bitch play dress up, I put clothes on her
Dropped some funds in her account, and it froze on her
She done told on me, but they ain't gon' come
Cause what the f*ck, they gon' come for her
I switch my trap up every season, now I'm a swipe lord
I be treating that lil' bitch like a peasant, what you nice for
When I f*ck, bitch, turn all this shit off, what these lights for
You heard the feds be tappin' in them killings what what you wanna type for
Make this bitch take a chike for me, she a meat demon
But she played our cards right, so we hit Sephora
Go ahead and get that Valentino, pick up Miss Dior
You wanna BBL next, I'll get it for you
I do what your last couldn't do, Richard Mille on you
But first you gotta pass the test
Like you, you send that drop
When I need it, when I'm tryna slide
Can you flip him like a burger, when we with five guys
Walk up at the corner, shots flyin, and you hear fah fah, few few
Them bullets close they flew past his face
Real wok, when it hit your tongue, it got a lasting taste
Cut the dope with some shhhh, it got a elastic taste
Nigga, try to run, but them bullets fast, they went past his pace
Niggas know not to test me, cause I got passing grades
Niggas know not to come outside when we pass the eight
I think that's a opposition, bro, pass the drac
I be feelin' like I hit the f*ckin' lottery when I smack a chase
She a horny bitch, she like everything, dick smack her face
Make the opps get comfortable, then they lackin' phase
They like, do you scam a rob, no I sell the drank
Some wokhardt, some acorn, some Trish, nigga
What you want, come and get it, nigga
Got everything, come shop with us
KTB shit, strike yo whip, and then we
What
Writer: Knowledge Abney
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