How We Comin'
Up in public we gone dump you know how we comin
Fuck da fighting im finna put this nigga under
Bop bop bop bop bop
You beta have ya gang wit ya
That led hot boy you Betta have some pain killers
Up in public we gone dump you know how we comin
Fuck da fighting im finna put this nigga under
Bop bop bop bop bop
You beta have ya gang wit ya
That led hot boy you Betta have some pain killers
Allat rappin like you steppin bitch who you pose to be
Spin yo block wit that cutta just so you know it's me
Pop a tab boy that drug take a toll on me
I wanna let you live but the devil got control of me
That silence on the choppa bitch sound like a BB gun
I only bought it cause that Bitch look like a tv gun
Close my eyes and let it spray I call that bitch a Stevie gun
4 Hit you at 1 time my gun don't do no 1 on 1 s
My Brudda home bein goin crazy man that boy retarted
Do I protect him bitch don't even get me started
He a felon but you know he walk round wit that 40
And I'm comin off the ropes like I'm Jeff hardy
How you Niggas steppin what you niggas doin
Who you niggas wackin who you niggas shootin
Gang gettin deep I got them niggas out recruiting
Empty the clip and came home like momma I was hoopin
You know my niggas steppin know my niggas lethal
We been knew you was pussy boy ya ass see through
Gotta keep a stick in Walmart ns want my head
Choppa turn the biggest na pussy callat boy ted
If she ain't talkin bout fuckin I leave that hoe on read
Pull her hair and smak her ass you know I'm goin fed
Bitch I'm talkin on the phone ion do no textin
Cause if a bitch screen shot me ima get arrested
On my mama
And Ion even play like that spin the block reverse the clip we spinning right back
And Ion even play like that spin the block reverse the clip we spinning right back
Up in public we gone dump you know how we comin
Fuck da fighting im finna put this nigga under
Bop bop bop bop bop
You beta have ya gang wit ya
That led hot boy you Betta have some pain killers
Up in public we gone dump you know how we comin
Fuck da fighting im finna put this nigga under
Bop bop bop bop bop
You beta have ya gang wit ya
That led hot boy you Betta have some pain killers
Fuck da fighting im finna put this nigga under
Bop bop bop bop bop
You beta have ya gang wit ya
That led hot boy you Betta have some pain killers
Up in public we gone dump you know how we comin
Fuck da fighting im finna put this nigga under
Bop bop bop bop bop
You beta have ya gang wit ya
That led hot boy you Betta have some pain killers
Allat rappin like you steppin bitch who you pose to be
Spin yo block wit that cutta just so you know it's me
Pop a tab boy that drug take a toll on me
I wanna let you live but the devil got control of me
That silence on the choppa bitch sound like a BB gun
I only bought it cause that Bitch look like a tv gun
Close my eyes and let it spray I call that bitch a Stevie gun
4 Hit you at 1 time my gun don't do no 1 on 1 s
My Brudda home bein goin crazy man that boy retarted
Do I protect him bitch don't even get me started
He a felon but you know he walk round wit that 40
And I'm comin off the ropes like I'm Jeff hardy
How you Niggas steppin what you niggas doin
Who you niggas wackin who you niggas shootin
Gang gettin deep I got them niggas out recruiting
Empty the clip and came home like momma I was hoopin
You know my niggas steppin know my niggas lethal
We been knew you was pussy boy ya ass see through
Gotta keep a stick in Walmart ns want my head
Choppa turn the biggest na pussy callat boy ted
If she ain't talkin bout fuckin I leave that hoe on read
Pull her hair and smak her ass you know I'm goin fed
Bitch I'm talkin on the phone ion do no textin
Cause if a bitch screen shot me ima get arrested
On my mama
And Ion even play like that spin the block reverse the clip we spinning right back
And Ion even play like that spin the block reverse the clip we spinning right back
Up in public we gone dump you know how we comin
Fuck da fighting im finna put this nigga under
Bop bop bop bop bop
You beta have ya gang wit ya
That led hot boy you Betta have some pain killers
Up in public we gone dump you know how we comin
Fuck da fighting im finna put this nigga under
Bop bop bop bop bop
You beta have ya gang wit ya
That led hot boy you Betta have some pain killers
Credits
Writer(s): Dajuan Hill
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