Rasta man, I'm here to tell you Nino Brown says your services are no longer needed in the community
Bombaclat
Aye, told her let me hit from the back
And I keep me a clock, ion need a Patek
Pull out the bait, watch that nigga react
Fye on my lap, bitch I eat with the strap
Drac on tuck, when I'm swinging that bitch
Gotta scrunch up my face from the heat when it clap
Nigga done, mm
Nigga done made me so mad
I just told that lil nigga to get low
Bro you gon shoot me? You really gon shoot me?
Fashitsho
Really ain't
It really ain't too many plans
If you tryna haul off, pull a kick door
I got a heart, if I step off in that bitch
I'mma tie up lil bro, let the sis go
I got a gun, I swear I'll put that bitch down nigga
Come and get punched in yo shit, bro
Run with my niggas like Ed, Edd, and Eddy
Ion tote no machete, clip hangin' its deadly
Don't f*ck with crackers like they don't f*ck with niggas
I ain't playin Vice City, I'm on San Andreas
Want me to change? That's a big-ass step
Ball with my bitch like I'm Omar Epps
Yeah, I got faith in my bitch, but if she actin up
Then like Monica, so long, yeah
Uh, I meant so gone
Been in that cold for like so long I need a coat on, yeah
Nah, I'm on hot shit
I throw on ski and a hoodie and I get my roll on, yeah
This Glock shootin' propellers
Send shit to the sky, know you ain't tryna go up there
His bitch left and it's so unfair, know he's so uneasy
Remember the lil ass pack with the smiley face on it
Point five, no I couldn't one three it
Life shit real, just wish I could go back to days when the PS2 disc wasn't readin
I ain't tryna cuff, I just wish I could go back to days
When you knew that the bitch wasn't cheatin
I done been sittin' next to poor-ass niggas, no money, but prayin' that the bitch ain't leavin'
I done been out with the wide-eyes, tryna get even, I'm prayin' the clip don't show
I been on road with a felony charge in the trunk
And I'm prayin' the engine don't blow
We in the spot, if you on that couch, then it's nine out of ten that you sittin' on dope
I got the packs like I'm FedEx, come and come get em
I might ride that bitch with a bow
Aye
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Rasta man, I'm here to tell you Nino Brown says your services are no longer needed in the community
Bombaclat
Aye, told her let me hit from the back
And I keep me a clock, ion need a Patek
Pull out the bait, watch that nigga react
Fye on my lap, bitch I eat with the strap
Drac on tuck, when I'm swinging that bitch
Gotta scrunch up my face from the heat when it clap
Nigga done, mm
Nigga done made me so mad
I just told that lil nigga to get low
Bro you gon shoot me? You really gon shoot me?
Fashitsho
Really ain't
It really ain't too many plans
If you tryna haul off, pull a kick door
I got a heart, if I step off in that bitch
I'mma tie up lil bro, let the sis go
I got a gun, I swear I'll put that bitch down nigga
Come and get punched in yo shit, bro
Run with my niggas like Ed, Edd, and Eddy
Ion tote no machete, clip hangin' its deadly
Don't f*ck with crackers like they don't f*ck with niggas
I ain't playin Vice City, I'm on San Andreas
Want me to change? That's a big-ass step
Ball with my bitch like I'm Omar Epps
Yeah, I got faith in my bitch, but if she actin up
Then like Monica, so long, yeah
Uh, I meant so gone
Been in that cold for like so long I need a coat on, yeah
Nah, I'm on hot shit
I throw on ski and a hoodie and I get my roll on, yeah
This Glock shootin' propellers
Send shit to the sky, know you ain't tryna go up there
His bitch left and it's so unfair, know he's so uneasy
Remember the lil ass pack with the smiley face on it
Point five, no I couldn't one three it
Life shit real, just wish I could go back to days when the PS2 disc wasn't readin
I ain't tryna cuff, I just wish I could go back to days
When you knew that the bitch wasn't cheatin
I done been sittin' next to poor-ass niggas, no money, but prayin' that the bitch ain't leavin'
I done been out with the wide-eyes, tryna get even, I'm prayin' the clip don't show
I been on road with a felony charge in the trunk
And I'm prayin' the engine don't blow
We in the spot, if you on that couch, then it's nine out of ten that you sittin' on dope
I got the packs like I'm FedEx, come and come get em
I might ride that bitch with a bow
Aye
Bombaclat
Aye, told her let me hit from the back
And I keep me a clock, ion need a Patek
Pull out the bait, watch that nigga react
Fye on my lap, bitch I eat with the strap
Drac on tuck, when I'm swinging that bitch
Gotta scrunch up my face from the heat when it clap
Nigga done, mm
Nigga done made me so mad
I just told that lil nigga to get low
Bro you gon shoot me? You really gon shoot me?
Fashitsho
Really ain't
It really ain't too many plans
If you tryna haul off, pull a kick door
I got a heart, if I step off in that bitch
I'mma tie up lil bro, let the sis go
I got a gun, I swear I'll put that bitch down nigga
Come and get punched in yo shit, bro
Run with my niggas like Ed, Edd, and Eddy
Ion tote no machete, clip hangin' its deadly
Don't f*ck with crackers like they don't f*ck with niggas
I ain't playin Vice City, I'm on San Andreas
Want me to change? That's a big-ass step
Ball with my bitch like I'm Omar Epps
Yeah, I got faith in my bitch, but if she actin up
Then like Monica, so long, yeah
Uh, I meant so gone
Been in that cold for like so long I need a coat on, yeah
Nah, I'm on hot shit
I throw on ski and a hoodie and I get my roll on, yeah
This Glock shootin' propellers
Send shit to the sky, know you ain't tryna go up there
His bitch left and it's so unfair, know he's so uneasy
Remember the lil ass pack with the smiley face on it
Point five, no I couldn't one three it
Life shit real, just wish I could go back to days when the PS2 disc wasn't readin
I ain't tryna cuff, I just wish I could go back to days
When you knew that the bitch wasn't cheatin
I done been sittin' next to poor-ass niggas, no money, but prayin' that the bitch ain't leavin'
I done been out with the wide-eyes, tryna get even, I'm prayin' the clip don't show
I been on road with a felony charge in the trunk
And I'm prayin' the engine don't blow
We in the spot, if you on that couch, then it's nine out of ten that you sittin' on dope
I got the packs like I'm FedEx, come and come get em
I might ride that bitch with a bow
Aye
Writer: Roshad Reid
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