I bought me a choppa for niggas tryna fake
Get caught wit da pistol I'm doin the race
I call my crip we gon bake him a cake
They tryna build a Rico case up on the gang
100's and 50's I'm bout make it rain
I got 30's and 50's I'm tryna hit a stain
We snatching ya chain then we bussin ya brain
I hit a lick ona opp now we poppin champagne
Caught a body now I'm poppin a seal
U Can't ride wit me u ain't killing for real
Breaking down a whole 448
Call me the bussdown man for real
Omertà the code so my lips stayed sealed
No yung manny but I'm tryna do a drill
Niggas purpin pop they ass like a pill
And I was 14 when I first made a deal
18 when I first hit da dealership
U writing them statements these niggas got pennmanship
I ran out of cash so I took his zip and shit
Reverse camera it's no way That I'm hitting shit
I was that yung nigga put on da licks
In the back of gates we jugged him and his men
Do it again then we do it again
F*ck them niggas cuz they neva gon spin
Niggas a say they is ten toes wit no toes
Double back I gotta let the pistol blow
Cuttas and glocks we gon wipe that nigga nose
2 for da party and 3 for da show
These bitches be burning don't f*ck wit these hoes
I grab the Draco then I'm out da window
Remixing the lean and I sold u a four
Whip out da wat betta get on da floor
9 piece 9piece right at ya nose
Dime piece dime piece go for da doe
Buss me a swipe and I'm buying new clothes
Workin my wrist f*cked around broke the stove
I slide wit that shit shoot ya house and ya door
Kick in ur door tooturnt up on da score
I Pop me a xan then I'm burning my clothes
Throw da dawg in the river now nobody know
Nigga don't want smoke he don't want static
Stretch a opp like mr fantastic
I'm not a goon bitch I'm bandit
Turnt up off da Xans I be crashing
Bag a nigga would've thought I did magic
Skrrt off in the beemer niggas thought that I crashed it
That's yo bitch I been cracked it
Pull up wit pistols nigga and we blastin
F*ck no I can't fold on the trigger
I don't need a Hitta cuz I'm my own hitta
This 45 hit ya kidney and liver
I hang wit da felons the robbers and dealers
Don't hop in these streets cuz the shit gettin realer
Whip out da wat make him dance like it's thriller
She said that she love me but I do not feel her
Throw the dawg out roof and it land in the river
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I bought me a choppa for niggas tryna fake
Get caught wit da pistol I'm doin the race
I call my crip we gon bake him a cake
They tryna build a Rico case up on the gang
100's and 50's I'm bout make it rain
I got 30's and 50's I'm tryna hit a stain
We snatching ya chain then we bussin ya brain
I hit a lick ona opp now we poppin champagne
Caught a body now I'm poppin a seal
U Can't ride wit me u ain't killing for real
Breaking down a whole 448
Call me the bussdown man for real
Omertà the code so my lips stayed sealed
No yung manny but I'm tryna do a drill
Niggas purpin pop they ass like a pill
And I was 14 when I first made a deal
18 when I first hit da dealership
U writing them statements these niggas got pennmanship
I ran out of cash so I took his zip and shit
Reverse camera it's no way That I'm hitting shit
I was that yung nigga put on da licks
In the back of gates we jugged him and his men
Do it again then we do it again
F*ck them niggas cuz they neva gon spin
Niggas a say they is ten toes wit no toes
Double back I gotta let the pistol blow
Cuttas and glocks we gon wipe that nigga nose
2 for da party and 3 for da show
These bitches be burning don't f*ck wit these hoes
I grab the Draco then I'm out da window
Remixing the lean and I sold u a four
Whip out da wat betta get on da floor
9 piece 9piece right at ya nose
Dime piece dime piece go for da doe
Buss me a swipe and I'm buying new clothes
Workin my wrist f*cked around broke the stove
I slide wit that shit shoot ya house and ya door
Kick in ur door tooturnt up on da score
I Pop me a xan then I'm burning my clothes
Throw da dawg in the river now nobody know
Nigga don't want smoke he don't want static
Stretch a opp like mr fantastic
I'm not a goon bitch I'm bandit
Turnt up off da Xans I be crashing
Bag a nigga would've thought I did magic
Skrrt off in the beemer niggas thought that I crashed it
That's yo bitch I been cracked it
Pull up wit pistols nigga and we blastin
F*ck no I can't fold on the trigger
I don't need a Hitta cuz I'm my own hitta
This 45 hit ya kidney and liver
I hang wit da felons the robbers and dealers
Don't hop in these streets cuz the shit gettin realer
Whip out da wat make him dance like it's thriller
She said that she love me but I do not feel her
Throw the dawg out roof and it land in the river
Get caught wit da pistol I'm doin the race
I call my crip we gon bake him a cake
They tryna build a Rico case up on the gang
100's and 50's I'm bout make it rain
I got 30's and 50's I'm tryna hit a stain
We snatching ya chain then we bussin ya brain
I hit a lick ona opp now we poppin champagne
Caught a body now I'm poppin a seal
U Can't ride wit me u ain't killing for real
Breaking down a whole 448
Call me the bussdown man for real
Omertà the code so my lips stayed sealed
No yung manny but I'm tryna do a drill
Niggas purpin pop they ass like a pill
And I was 14 when I first made a deal
18 when I first hit da dealership
U writing them statements these niggas got pennmanship
I ran out of cash so I took his zip and shit
Reverse camera it's no way That I'm hitting shit
I was that yung nigga put on da licks
In the back of gates we jugged him and his men
Do it again then we do it again
F*ck them niggas cuz they neva gon spin
Niggas a say they is ten toes wit no toes
Double back I gotta let the pistol blow
Cuttas and glocks we gon wipe that nigga nose
2 for da party and 3 for da show
These bitches be burning don't f*ck wit these hoes
I grab the Draco then I'm out da window
Remixing the lean and I sold u a four
Whip out da wat betta get on da floor
9 piece 9piece right at ya nose
Dime piece dime piece go for da doe
Buss me a swipe and I'm buying new clothes
Workin my wrist f*cked around broke the stove
I slide wit that shit shoot ya house and ya door
Kick in ur door tooturnt up on da score
I Pop me a xan then I'm burning my clothes
Throw da dawg in the river now nobody know
Nigga don't want smoke he don't want static
Stretch a opp like mr fantastic
I'm not a goon bitch I'm bandit
Turnt up off da Xans I be crashing
Bag a nigga would've thought I did magic
Skrrt off in the beemer niggas thought that I crashed it
That's yo bitch I been cracked it
Pull up wit pistols nigga and we blastin
F*ck no I can't fold on the trigger
I don't need a Hitta cuz I'm my own hitta
This 45 hit ya kidney and liver
I hang wit da felons the robbers and dealers
Don't hop in these streets cuz the shit gettin realer
Whip out da wat make him dance like it's thriller
She said that she love me but I do not feel her
Throw the dawg out roof and it land in the river
Writer: grant ndirika
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