Ayy, we cookin' with Twista right now
I told that hoe I'm not a rapper, I'm in Lp and we 8 deep
My mom say, why I don't with them smackers
You at the party with them hoes, enjoy your time, we'll kill you after
And I don't f*ck with my OG, lil' bro keep preachin' like a pastor
And why you dissin' on the gang? Bruh, we know you just an actor
Told lil' bro, hop inside that flamie, this ain't no joke, no time for laughter
And boy, you better not run, I'm clutchin' on my gun shii kill you faster
Closed casket closed case , all that other shit don't matter
Lil' bro clutchin' on that Drake, boy, put it down, you not no killer
I see yo' face, I call 4k he spin yo' block, he go gorillas
He pussy trash, I told the leave , cause on my block, you cannot litter
That lil' hoe suck the whole gang, boy, you nasty cause you kiss her
I think this opp hoe pretty bad, I seen her ass, I had to hit her
And I grew up a money man, I had four bands when I was little
These bullets hit you in yo' spine, these bitches hot, you feel the sizzle
My youngin' in that field, he don't play sports, he blow shit like a whistle
I'm with the gang, they can't get caught, they ride around with stolen pistols
Told lil' bro, hop inside that water, but he drowned, no, I don't miss him
I'm in this shit for life love double R, so I can't go against em
And why the hell we had to strike? We took him down behind that Krystal's
And now I'm in that mode, you diss , Khiree, you know your brain get snatched
That nigga used to try to bully me, I'm up with guns and racks
I'm in that mode, I'm tapping, hoes, lil' bro don't tap shii but a smack
And why these lil' ho all up on me? Tell that lil' bitch to get back
We took him down for all that rap, my youngin' spinnin' in the cat
Them boys, they trained to go, they trained to blow, they knockin' off yo' hat
Lil' bro in paperwork, he cannot come around, cause he a rat
And lil' bro lookin' at that hoop , he caught that lob and he attacked
And I see opps they all around me, got no time to just rela
And he got slimed out for that cash, I told lil' bro to watch his back
He got that gun, but he don't blow, told him to shoot, he act like Shaq
And buddy dissin' at the game, I didn't forget, he gon' get whacked
End of that, pussy
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Ayy, we cookin' with Twista right now
I told that hoe I'm not a rapper, I'm in Lp and we 8 deep
My mom say, why I don't with them smackers
You at the party with them hoes, enjoy your time, we'll kill you after
And I don't f*ck with my OG, lil' bro keep preachin' like a pastor
And why you dissin' on the gang? Bruh, we know you just an actor
Told lil' bro, hop inside that flamie, this ain't no joke, no time for laughter
And boy, you better not run, I'm clutchin' on my gun shii kill you faster
Closed casket closed case , all that other shit don't matter
Lil' bro clutchin' on that Drake, boy, put it down, you not no killer
I see yo' face, I call 4k he spin yo' block, he go gorillas
He pussy trash, I told the leave , cause on my block, you cannot litter
That lil' hoe suck the whole gang, boy, you nasty cause you kiss her
I think this opp hoe pretty bad, I seen her ass, I had to hit her
And I grew up a money man, I had four bands when I was little
These bullets hit you in yo' spine, these bitches hot, you feel the sizzle
My youngin' in that field, he don't play sports, he blow shit like a whistle
I'm with the gang, they can't get caught, they ride around with stolen pistols
Told lil' bro, hop inside that water, but he drowned, no, I don't miss him
I'm in this shit for life love double R, so I can't go against em
And why the hell we had to strike? We took him down behind that Krystal's
And now I'm in that mode, you diss , Khiree, you know your brain get snatched
That nigga used to try to bully me, I'm up with guns and racks
I'm in that mode, I'm tapping, hoes, lil' bro don't tap shii but a smack
And why these lil' ho all up on me? Tell that lil' bitch to get back
We took him down for all that rap, my youngin' spinnin' in the cat
Them boys, they trained to go, they trained to blow, they knockin' off yo' hat
Lil' bro in paperwork, he cannot come around, cause he a rat
And lil' bro lookin' at that hoop , he caught that lob and he attacked
And I see opps they all around me, got no time to just rela
And he got slimed out for that cash, I told lil' bro to watch his back
He got that gun, but he don't blow, told him to shoot, he act like Shaq
And buddy dissin' at the game, I didn't forget, he gon' get whacked
End of that, pussy
I told that hoe I'm not a rapper, I'm in Lp and we 8 deep
My mom say, why I don't with them smackers
You at the party with them hoes, enjoy your time, we'll kill you after
And I don't f*ck with my OG, lil' bro keep preachin' like a pastor
And why you dissin' on the gang? Bruh, we know you just an actor
Told lil' bro, hop inside that flamie, this ain't no joke, no time for laughter
And boy, you better not run, I'm clutchin' on my gun shii kill you faster
Closed casket closed case , all that other shit don't matter
Lil' bro clutchin' on that Drake, boy, put it down, you not no killer
I see yo' face, I call 4k he spin yo' block, he go gorillas
He pussy trash, I told the leave , cause on my block, you cannot litter
That lil' hoe suck the whole gang, boy, you nasty cause you kiss her
I think this opp hoe pretty bad, I seen her ass, I had to hit her
And I grew up a money man, I had four bands when I was little
These bullets hit you in yo' spine, these bitches hot, you feel the sizzle
My youngin' in that field, he don't play sports, he blow shit like a whistle
I'm with the gang, they can't get caught, they ride around with stolen pistols
Told lil' bro, hop inside that water, but he drowned, no, I don't miss him
I'm in this shit for life love double R, so I can't go against em
And why the hell we had to strike? We took him down behind that Krystal's
And now I'm in that mode, you diss , Khiree, you know your brain get snatched
That nigga used to try to bully me, I'm up with guns and racks
I'm in that mode, I'm tapping, hoes, lil' bro don't tap shii but a smack
And why these lil' ho all up on me? Tell that lil' bitch to get back
We took him down for all that rap, my youngin' spinnin' in the cat
Them boys, they trained to go, they trained to blow, they knockin' off yo' hat
Lil' bro in paperwork, he cannot come around, cause he a rat
And lil' bro lookin' at that hoop , he caught that lob and he attacked
And I see opps they all around me, got no time to just rela
And he got slimed out for that cash, I told lil' bro to watch his back
He got that gun, but he don't blow, told him to shoot, he act like Shaq
And buddy dissin' at the game, I didn't forget, he gon' get whacked
End of that, pussy
Writer: Jakhyzein Walker
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid