Violence
Cracked a bottle on his head, now he say that we beefing
I'm with all the violence lil nigga, lets see who be sleeping
Niggas thought that I was dolo, until Von came out creeping
And he upped the fucking burner, till the barrel was steaming (Phew)
Smoke on top of smoke we send, they think we a joke
I'm gon' wipe this nigga nose, he keep on texting my hoe
I ain't beefing 'bout the bitch, cuz in the streets that's a no
I ain't tryna promote violence, but i'd like 'em to know
That I won't tolerate nobody, that I feel disrespect me
Body float in Shingle Creek, the last nigga to check me
Heard them south-west Orlando niggas, still wanna wet me
Man I hope that's just a rumor, cuz before they couldn't get me
I got niggas under 6, and niggas under the 5
I won't say no names, just for to not get wired and tied
Started serving, got some money, then got flyer then fly
And had every fake person 'round me, tighter then tight
See, I done did the shit these niggas rapping about
I really did the shit these niggas capping about
Money, family, and my respect is what i'm clapping about
Then tell the police, "I don't know what y'all is chatting about" huh
Nigga you start a problem, ima be there one to get ya
Ain't talking 'bout him in my songs, nigga I ain't diss ya
Man to man we could meet up, I been about my issue
Wipe his nose he allergic to smoke, and need a tissue
Stretch that boy he gon need a stretcher, he think we bending
Just like my daddy say, these streets ain't bring no happy ending
And now his family at the mass, mouring and be venting
His momma crying, "What my baby done did?" he in heaven
Fuck the state free my bruddas, out department of corrections
Gain time doing wonders, I can't wait to get 'em
You wanna slide on us, and forget the part that we stepping
Southside Meadow Woods, bitch that 2-3 we repping
All these niggas cuffing these hoes, we done ran thru
Yo' bitch a fan of us, and lowkey you a fan to
Before I had my whip, I'd bring my momma Van thru
And we would slide the doors back, an let it blam at you
I'm just talking shit, I'm feeling a jawn right no cap
I'm thinking about making it serious, she be off the map
Go to work, get her bag, you know I fuck with that
I don't want no bitch up in every club, dancing on niggas laps
Hoes and niggas in her comments, comment "Damn Ma"
Her friends all texting her like, "Girl you gotta man now?"
"You don't hang with us no mo', you on the pan now"
Ima nut inside her, make both our mommas a grandma
Boy i'm 21, and I ain't gotta kid yet
By the time it's on the way, I hope I been set
I hear ya music, you ain't saying nothing I ain't did yet
Bitch
Some people love me most 'em hate me cuz my ego
The most cocky humble nigga you could meet tho
Shoot at me you better not miss just like a free throw
Yeah I don't care outside wherever make em bleed out
I'm with all the violence lil nigga, lets see who be sleeping
Niggas thought that I was dolo, until Von came out creeping
And he upped the fucking burner, till the barrel was steaming (Phew)
Smoke on top of smoke we send, they think we a joke
I'm gon' wipe this nigga nose, he keep on texting my hoe
I ain't beefing 'bout the bitch, cuz in the streets that's a no
I ain't tryna promote violence, but i'd like 'em to know
That I won't tolerate nobody, that I feel disrespect me
Body float in Shingle Creek, the last nigga to check me
Heard them south-west Orlando niggas, still wanna wet me
Man I hope that's just a rumor, cuz before they couldn't get me
I got niggas under 6, and niggas under the 5
I won't say no names, just for to not get wired and tied
Started serving, got some money, then got flyer then fly
And had every fake person 'round me, tighter then tight
See, I done did the shit these niggas rapping about
I really did the shit these niggas capping about
Money, family, and my respect is what i'm clapping about
Then tell the police, "I don't know what y'all is chatting about" huh
Nigga you start a problem, ima be there one to get ya
Ain't talking 'bout him in my songs, nigga I ain't diss ya
Man to man we could meet up, I been about my issue
Wipe his nose he allergic to smoke, and need a tissue
Stretch that boy he gon need a stretcher, he think we bending
Just like my daddy say, these streets ain't bring no happy ending
And now his family at the mass, mouring and be venting
His momma crying, "What my baby done did?" he in heaven
Fuck the state free my bruddas, out department of corrections
Gain time doing wonders, I can't wait to get 'em
You wanna slide on us, and forget the part that we stepping
Southside Meadow Woods, bitch that 2-3 we repping
All these niggas cuffing these hoes, we done ran thru
Yo' bitch a fan of us, and lowkey you a fan to
Before I had my whip, I'd bring my momma Van thru
And we would slide the doors back, an let it blam at you
I'm just talking shit, I'm feeling a jawn right no cap
I'm thinking about making it serious, she be off the map
Go to work, get her bag, you know I fuck with that
I don't want no bitch up in every club, dancing on niggas laps
Hoes and niggas in her comments, comment "Damn Ma"
Her friends all texting her like, "Girl you gotta man now?"
"You don't hang with us no mo', you on the pan now"
Ima nut inside her, make both our mommas a grandma
Boy i'm 21, and I ain't gotta kid yet
By the time it's on the way, I hope I been set
I hear ya music, you ain't saying nothing I ain't did yet
Bitch
Some people love me most 'em hate me cuz my ego
The most cocky humble nigga you could meet tho
Shoot at me you better not miss just like a free throw
Yeah I don't care outside wherever make em bleed out
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