Bounce back , I was slipping up , I was falling off
Down bad , had to get a mask, f*ck it we going Rob
Hit the corner, in the morning, we was banging with raw
They put my niggas in them chains , so I'm screaming f*ck the law
Free the gang , you a lame nigga stay up in your lane
I got aim, I ain't playing boy you better use your brain
On the plane, plug sent them through, all different stains
EA sports, yeah my niggas really in the game
Touchdown , 24/7 we ain't shutting down
Know some niggas hating on me cause they know im up now
Pipe down, nigga you a bitch, I heard you a snitch
Got your bitch, on my dick, taking every single inch
I'm a boss, took a loss, so I had to shake it off
It was hard, but I had to stand up and beat the odds
Now I'm charged up, everywhere I go I got my guards up
But that's because I seen so many niggas getting crossed up
Tell me why these niggas hating on me, like I don't keep that banger on me
Like a bee I keep that stinger on me boy you bet not put finger on me
Tell me why these bitches hating on me, sneaky bitches contemplating on me
Get em in and get em gone in a week, f*ck the feds till they free my nigga neek
On the block, I was out, you was sitting in the house
Had to get it on my own, I was bagging up a ounce
Making flips, i was flipping money like I'm doing tricks
I was really in the mix, you was sitting on the bench, on the side
Got my niggas with me and they down to ride, if you getting out of line my niggas creeping like a spy
Spin the bin, we just had to make sure that it was him
Spin again, aiming at your chinney chin chin chin
Harford rd, where I be, In the trenches over East
Got some bitches over west that eat my dick up like a treat
She a beast, she know I'm G, nothing on me cheap
I be bipping so I f*ck em in the car on the seat
Get it right, I won't let a nigga f*ck me over twice
Niggas played me to the left when I was out here doing right
I'm the type, rocking with my nigga if he wrong or right
And if a hater take my life , I pray my son going be alright
Tell me why these niggas hating on me, like I don't keep that banger on me
Like a bee I keep that stinger on me, boy you bet not put finger on me
Tell me why these bitches hating on me, sneaky bitches contemplating on me
Get em in & get em gone in a week / f*ck the feds till they free my nigga neek
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Bounce back , I was slipping up , I was falling off
Down bad , had to get a mask, f*ck it we going Rob
Hit the corner, in the morning, we was banging with raw
They put my niggas in them chains , so I'm screaming f*ck the law
Free the gang , you a lame nigga stay up in your lane
I got aim, I ain't playing boy you better use your brain
On the plane, plug sent them through, all different stains
EA sports, yeah my niggas really in the game
Touchdown , 24/7 we ain't shutting down
Know some niggas hating on me cause they know im up now
Pipe down, nigga you a bitch, I heard you a snitch
Got your bitch, on my dick, taking every single inch
I'm a boss, took a loss, so I had to shake it off
It was hard, but I had to stand up and beat the odds
Now I'm charged up, everywhere I go I got my guards up
But that's because I seen so many niggas getting crossed up
Tell me why these niggas hating on me, like I don't keep that banger on me
Like a bee I keep that stinger on me boy you bet not put finger on me
Tell me why these bitches hating on me, sneaky bitches contemplating on me
Get em in and get em gone in a week, f*ck the feds till they free my nigga neek
On the block, I was out, you was sitting in the house
Had to get it on my own, I was bagging up a ounce
Making flips, i was flipping money like I'm doing tricks
I was really in the mix, you was sitting on the bench, on the side
Got my niggas with me and they down to ride, if you getting out of line my niggas creeping like a spy
Spin the bin, we just had to make sure that it was him
Spin again, aiming at your chinney chin chin chin
Harford rd, where I be, In the trenches over East
Got some bitches over west that eat my dick up like a treat
She a beast, she know I'm G, nothing on me cheap
I be bipping so I f*ck em in the car on the seat
Get it right, I won't let a nigga f*ck me over twice
Niggas played me to the left when I was out here doing right
I'm the type, rocking with my nigga if he wrong or right
And if a hater take my life , I pray my son going be alright
Tell me why these niggas hating on me, like I don't keep that banger on me
Like a bee I keep that stinger on me, boy you bet not put finger on me
Tell me why these bitches hating on me, sneaky bitches contemplating on me
Get em in & get em gone in a week / f*ck the feds till they free my nigga neek
Down bad , had to get a mask, f*ck it we going Rob
Hit the corner, in the morning, we was banging with raw
They put my niggas in them chains , so I'm screaming f*ck the law
Free the gang , you a lame nigga stay up in your lane
I got aim, I ain't playing boy you better use your brain
On the plane, plug sent them through, all different stains
EA sports, yeah my niggas really in the game
Touchdown , 24/7 we ain't shutting down
Know some niggas hating on me cause they know im up now
Pipe down, nigga you a bitch, I heard you a snitch
Got your bitch, on my dick, taking every single inch
I'm a boss, took a loss, so I had to shake it off
It was hard, but I had to stand up and beat the odds
Now I'm charged up, everywhere I go I got my guards up
But that's because I seen so many niggas getting crossed up
Tell me why these niggas hating on me, like I don't keep that banger on me
Like a bee I keep that stinger on me boy you bet not put finger on me
Tell me why these bitches hating on me, sneaky bitches contemplating on me
Get em in and get em gone in a week, f*ck the feds till they free my nigga neek
On the block, I was out, you was sitting in the house
Had to get it on my own, I was bagging up a ounce
Making flips, i was flipping money like I'm doing tricks
I was really in the mix, you was sitting on the bench, on the side
Got my niggas with me and they down to ride, if you getting out of line my niggas creeping like a spy
Spin the bin, we just had to make sure that it was him
Spin again, aiming at your chinney chin chin chin
Harford rd, where I be, In the trenches over East
Got some bitches over west that eat my dick up like a treat
She a beast, she know I'm G, nothing on me cheap
I be bipping so I f*ck em in the car on the seat
Get it right, I won't let a nigga f*ck me over twice
Niggas played me to the left when I was out here doing right
I'm the type, rocking with my nigga if he wrong or right
And if a hater take my life , I pray my son going be alright
Tell me why these niggas hating on me, like I don't keep that banger on me
Like a bee I keep that stinger on me, boy you bet not put finger on me
Tell me why these bitches hating on me, sneaky bitches contemplating on me
Get em in & get em gone in a week / f*ck the feds till they free my nigga neek
Writer: John Mack
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