Get the checks man, yuh
Yea these niggas pressed man
Yuh
These checks man
I can never lose these niggas pressed, man
Thought that I would go down, but I can't go lose like that, man
I don't give a f*ck about your clique or your lil' set, man
Try to run me down, you can't do that, I'll make it splat, man
Rubber bands, keep the pape together, man they holdin' hands
Run your mouth too much, I'm starting to think you niggas feds, man
Always keep that circle small and focus on that bread, man
Don't worry about these bitches, they're some hoes, wont give you checks, man
Bruce you my lil' nigga won't forget to bring you back
Load the choppa up sum hundred rounds, we aiming for the head
Always steady, trying to diss on me, but you can't get a bag
Niggas hoeing, they ain't bout it, they just focused on some ass, huh
Bitch, you already know on what the f*ck shit, I be on
Take a Percocet, I'm out my body, feeling like I'm gone
Man, these niggas swear they hard with all this talking on the phone
But when I catch them outside at the park, they acting all concerned
Huh, niggas tryna, huh, niggas tryna, huh
Light it up
Grab the burner, huh
Aim da dot, huh, spark it up
They running now, huh, screaming out, huh
What the f*ck?!
Why the hell you tryna pull up on me, bitch, you getting hurt
Talking all this crazy shit, gon' put you in a f*cking hearse
In the dirt, in the ground, bitch, any way above, is on a f*cking shirt
In the crowd, go tuck your chain before I go take all your merch
Bitch Im loud, I know that's facts, so all I'm doing is flippin' birds
Huh, flipping work, huh, gift or curse
What's the word, huh, let's go purge, huh, let's go do it
I'm just tryna make a movie, bitch, so are you tryna do it
Either way, I'm gon' be f*cking, guess there's no way I be losing
Bruce you my lil' nigga, won't forget to bring you back
Load da choppa up sum hundred rounds, we aiming for the head
Always steady, tryna diss on me, but you can't get a bag
Niggas hoeing, they ain't bout it, they just focused on some ass, huh
Bitch, you already know I'm what the f*ck, shit, I be on
Take a percocet, I'm out my body, feeling like I'm gone
Man, these niggas swear they hard with all this talking on the phone
But when I catch them outside at the park, they acting all concerned
(Im coming for you Bruce)
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Get the checks man, yuh
Yea these niggas pressed man
Yuh
These checks man
I can never lose these niggas pressed, man
Thought that I would go down, but I can't go lose like that, man
I don't give a f*ck about your clique or your lil' set, man
Try to run me down, you can't do that, I'll make it splat, man
Rubber bands, keep the pape together, man they holdin' hands
Run your mouth too much, I'm starting to think you niggas feds, man
Always keep that circle small and focus on that bread, man
Don't worry about these bitches, they're some hoes, wont give you checks, man
Bruce you my lil' nigga won't forget to bring you back
Load the choppa up sum hundred rounds, we aiming for the head
Always steady, trying to diss on me, but you can't get a bag
Niggas hoeing, they ain't bout it, they just focused on some ass, huh
Bitch, you already know on what the f*ck shit, I be on
Take a Percocet, I'm out my body, feeling like I'm gone
Man, these niggas swear they hard with all this talking on the phone
But when I catch them outside at the park, they acting all concerned
Huh, niggas tryna, huh, niggas tryna, huh
Light it up
Grab the burner, huh
Aim da dot, huh, spark it up
They running now, huh, screaming out, huh
What the f*ck?!
Why the hell you tryna pull up on me, bitch, you getting hurt
Talking all this crazy shit, gon' put you in a f*cking hearse
In the dirt, in the ground, bitch, any way above, is on a f*cking shirt
In the crowd, go tuck your chain before I go take all your merch
Bitch Im loud, I know that's facts, so all I'm doing is flippin' birds
Huh, flipping work, huh, gift or curse
What's the word, huh, let's go purge, huh, let's go do it
I'm just tryna make a movie, bitch, so are you tryna do it
Either way, I'm gon' be f*cking, guess there's no way I be losing
Bruce you my lil' nigga, won't forget to bring you back
Load da choppa up sum hundred rounds, we aiming for the head
Always steady, tryna diss on me, but you can't get a bag
Niggas hoeing, they ain't bout it, they just focused on some ass, huh
Bitch, you already know I'm what the f*ck, shit, I be on
Take a percocet, I'm out my body, feeling like I'm gone
Man, these niggas swear they hard with all this talking on the phone
But when I catch them outside at the park, they acting all concerned
(Im coming for you Bruce)
Yea these niggas pressed man
Yuh
These checks man
I can never lose these niggas pressed, man
Thought that I would go down, but I can't go lose like that, man
I don't give a f*ck about your clique or your lil' set, man
Try to run me down, you can't do that, I'll make it splat, man
Rubber bands, keep the pape together, man they holdin' hands
Run your mouth too much, I'm starting to think you niggas feds, man
Always keep that circle small and focus on that bread, man
Don't worry about these bitches, they're some hoes, wont give you checks, man
Bruce you my lil' nigga won't forget to bring you back
Load the choppa up sum hundred rounds, we aiming for the head
Always steady, trying to diss on me, but you can't get a bag
Niggas hoeing, they ain't bout it, they just focused on some ass, huh
Bitch, you already know on what the f*ck shit, I be on
Take a Percocet, I'm out my body, feeling like I'm gone
Man, these niggas swear they hard with all this talking on the phone
But when I catch them outside at the park, they acting all concerned
Huh, niggas tryna, huh, niggas tryna, huh
Light it up
Grab the burner, huh
Aim da dot, huh, spark it up
They running now, huh, screaming out, huh
What the f*ck?!
Why the hell you tryna pull up on me, bitch, you getting hurt
Talking all this crazy shit, gon' put you in a f*cking hearse
In the dirt, in the ground, bitch, any way above, is on a f*cking shirt
In the crowd, go tuck your chain before I go take all your merch
Bitch Im loud, I know that's facts, so all I'm doing is flippin' birds
Huh, flipping work, huh, gift or curse
What's the word, huh, let's go purge, huh, let's go do it
I'm just tryna make a movie, bitch, so are you tryna do it
Either way, I'm gon' be f*cking, guess there's no way I be losing
Bruce you my lil' nigga, won't forget to bring you back
Load da choppa up sum hundred rounds, we aiming for the head
Always steady, tryna diss on me, but you can't get a bag
Niggas hoeing, they ain't bout it, they just focused on some ass, huh
Bitch, you already know I'm what the f*ck, shit, I be on
Take a percocet, I'm out my body, feeling like I'm gone
Man, these niggas swear they hard with all this talking on the phone
But when I catch them outside at the park, they acting all concerned
(Im coming for you Bruce)
Writer: Noah Burgos
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