Headlock
Niggas bugging
Bitches tripping
They be all up in the feelings
Shit annoying
Pick a story
No one knows just how you living
Play a role
Pick a side
It ain't shit that you can hide
Niggas worse than these hoes
Cause They don't know what dick ride
I'm not playing
I'm just saying
Y'all must of got me mistaken
Not dickeating for no clout
I'm not asking niggas for favors
I don't know what y'all be about
But its rules and they really major
All the shit you doing now is a bed
That you gone lay in
Yea These other niggas yea they soft in the game
You Dwight and I'm Kobe I'm elevating you too soft in the paint
Got 2 fours up on my hip like I was balling the same
All in same day homie don't get caught in the rain
I'm Like Kenny I'm in the hood but ain't no killing me nigga We was cool but I wouldn't say that you a friend of Me Nigga got a problem I give you smoke just like a chimney nigga well I got demons they call me hov like I was Rocking with jigga
You want beef well we can eat but just don't turn master splinter
If we meet up in these streets man it get colder than winter
Pull up and watch it turn into the first of December
Back up you gonna need it ya whole squad I dismember
Cause watch I Put em in a body bag
Yea nigga Roger that
We do a mission and bet you that we wont never drop the bag
These niggas corny they bore me I don't got time for that
Shotting at us we throw em back but it ain't no tit for tat
Thinking ya og a Rollie really just a bigger rat
Hit ya bro and ya homie you gone a need a bigger cast
You niggas joe but don't know me I ain't with the chitter chat
Line em up knock em down plot it out diplomat
Huh
And I'm the rookie of the year no team no no hand outs but look bitch I'm still here
And I'm the rookie of the year no team no hand outs but look bitch I'm still here
Right
I got a better way to get it
Chop it bag it then I flip it
Say you dripping with water
Have you sleeping with the fishes
Whip game Mr miagi
I be fucking up them dishes
Too focused on chasing checks
So fuck a hoe up in her feelings
Bussing traps out the Uber
Just Watch how I maneuver
Say you punching shit like Tyson
Hands sharper than Freddy Kruger
Ya big homie he got a nine well my whole squad is filled with them shooters
If you playing with my bread
I'll have demons to come pursue ya
Huh
Feeling lifted and I'm gone off the juice
Tryna fix me but I play with the tools
I'm with my guys so just don't act a fool
I think I'm sick with this but bitch I really have got the flu
Argh
Bitches tripping
They be all up in the feelings
Shit annoying
Pick a story
No one knows just how you living
Play a role
Pick a side
It ain't shit that you can hide
Niggas worse than these hoes
Cause They don't know what dick ride
I'm not playing
I'm just saying
Y'all must of got me mistaken
Not dickeating for no clout
I'm not asking niggas for favors
I don't know what y'all be about
But its rules and they really major
All the shit you doing now is a bed
That you gone lay in
Yea These other niggas yea they soft in the game
You Dwight and I'm Kobe I'm elevating you too soft in the paint
Got 2 fours up on my hip like I was balling the same
All in same day homie don't get caught in the rain
I'm Like Kenny I'm in the hood but ain't no killing me nigga We was cool but I wouldn't say that you a friend of Me Nigga got a problem I give you smoke just like a chimney nigga well I got demons they call me hov like I was Rocking with jigga
You want beef well we can eat but just don't turn master splinter
If we meet up in these streets man it get colder than winter
Pull up and watch it turn into the first of December
Back up you gonna need it ya whole squad I dismember
Cause watch I Put em in a body bag
Yea nigga Roger that
We do a mission and bet you that we wont never drop the bag
These niggas corny they bore me I don't got time for that
Shotting at us we throw em back but it ain't no tit for tat
Thinking ya og a Rollie really just a bigger rat
Hit ya bro and ya homie you gone a need a bigger cast
You niggas joe but don't know me I ain't with the chitter chat
Line em up knock em down plot it out diplomat
Huh
And I'm the rookie of the year no team no no hand outs but look bitch I'm still here
And I'm the rookie of the year no team no hand outs but look bitch I'm still here
Right
I got a better way to get it
Chop it bag it then I flip it
Say you dripping with water
Have you sleeping with the fishes
Whip game Mr miagi
I be fucking up them dishes
Too focused on chasing checks
So fuck a hoe up in her feelings
Bussing traps out the Uber
Just Watch how I maneuver
Say you punching shit like Tyson
Hands sharper than Freddy Kruger
Ya big homie he got a nine well my whole squad is filled with them shooters
If you playing with my bread
I'll have demons to come pursue ya
Huh
Feeling lifted and I'm gone off the juice
Tryna fix me but I play with the tools
I'm with my guys so just don't act a fool
I think I'm sick with this but bitch I really have got the flu
Argh
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Writer(s): Black Reem
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