17.
Yeah yeah
Heard you got ran from ya hood
It's funny cus in all ya raps you say you the man in ya hood
I count up them bands but I don't
flex a dime until all of my family good
I had to cut that bitch off she was
drawn she ain't understand where we stood
If you got a hunnit or more my lil niggas tryn run thru ya door
I can't let shit slide nigga run up on me I'm upping the score
Niggas they switched sides then tried
dick ride cus they see now that we on
You better pick sides it ain't no playing the middle we ready for war
I just let shit play it's course
Them guns start clapping it sound like the 4th
Skinny nigga up on them boards playing the block interior force
Get so much love in ya hood ya niggas won't care that you gone
Bad lil jawn wit thick thighs soft lips I'm try fuck til the mornin
Niggas delirious talk down on me man you cant be serious
I really come from the trenches forreal my city like Syria
I dropped a dub on a navy & now up late night clearing it
This money ain't shit without no respect bitch period
Talk out ya neck ya hand on that strap bitch air it then
I'm high off them drugs I pop me a perc like it's Claritin
Imma look out for my ppl who need it I'm a good samaratin
Remember them bad days had nowhere to go we was trapping in Sheratons
I never lie in my songs everything I rap is from experience
Made so much money in philly I had to move it out to Maryland
Don't even compete with these niggas no more cus it's no comparison
I can't hang around no bitch ass niggas man that shit embarrassing
Yeah yeah
Heard you got ran from ya hood
It's funny cus in all ya raps you say you the man in ya hood
I count up them bands but I don't
flex a dime until all of my family good
I had to cut that bitch off she was
drawn she ain't understand where we stood
If you got a hunnit or more my lil niggas tryn run thru ya door
I can't let shit slide nigga run up on me I'm upping the score
Niggas they switched sides then tried
dick ride cus they see now that we on
You better pick sides it ain't no playing the middle we ready for war
Everything out the mud
Came up off an ounce of drugs
I made it flip then I found a plug
Heart cold I need to be round some love
I be around some bloods
None of my shooters don't lounge or club
We hit the trap then count it up
Body count 4 no rounding up
Look at my VVs spilling
Bitch I'm a CC dripper
Cartier frames, money keep piling I cannot see these niggas
I caught a opp then caught his partna bitch I'm a repeat killer
Lurk at his candle light clutching the handle tight
I'm tryna three peat nigga
Truckload go beep beep
I let it bang like chief keef
I got ya bitch dick in her mouth she tryna please me
He really thought he could beat me
It's up with that nigga he deceased
Resume gotta clean sheet
I'm sipping lean like green tea
Whenever my diamonds they hit the light you see they glisten
My youngbul be drawn he shooting on sight that nigga be tripping
Don't know why ya boyfriend act like he hard that nigga be bitching
I put it on God we see that nigga my niggas gonn get him
Heard you got ran from ya hood
It's funny cus in all ya raps you say you the man in ya hood
I count up them bands but I don't
flex a dime until all of my family good
I had to cut that bitch off she was
drawn she ain't understand where we stood
If you got a hunnit or more my lil niggas tryn run thru ya door
I can't let shit slide nigga run up on me I'm upping the score
Niggas they switched sides then tried
dick ride cus they see now that we on
You better pick sides it ain't no playing the middle we ready for war
I just let shit play it's course
Them guns start clapping it sound like the 4th
Skinny nigga up on them boards playing the block interior force
Get so much love in ya hood ya niggas won't care that you gone
Bad lil jawn wit thick thighs soft lips I'm try fuck til the mornin
Niggas delirious talk down on me man you cant be serious
I really come from the trenches forreal my city like Syria
I dropped a dub on a navy & now up late night clearing it
This money ain't shit without no respect bitch period
Talk out ya neck ya hand on that strap bitch air it then
I'm high off them drugs I pop me a perc like it's Claritin
Imma look out for my ppl who need it I'm a good samaratin
Remember them bad days had nowhere to go we was trapping in Sheratons
I never lie in my songs everything I rap is from experience
Made so much money in philly I had to move it out to Maryland
Don't even compete with these niggas no more cus it's no comparison
I can't hang around no bitch ass niggas man that shit embarrassing
Yeah yeah
Heard you got ran from ya hood
It's funny cus in all ya raps you say you the man in ya hood
I count up them bands but I don't
flex a dime until all of my family good
I had to cut that bitch off she was
drawn she ain't understand where we stood
If you got a hunnit or more my lil niggas tryn run thru ya door
I can't let shit slide nigga run up on me I'm upping the score
Niggas they switched sides then tried
dick ride cus they see now that we on
You better pick sides it ain't no playing the middle we ready for war
Everything out the mud
Came up off an ounce of drugs
I made it flip then I found a plug
Heart cold I need to be round some love
I be around some bloods
None of my shooters don't lounge or club
We hit the trap then count it up
Body count 4 no rounding up
Look at my VVs spilling
Bitch I'm a CC dripper
Cartier frames, money keep piling I cannot see these niggas
I caught a opp then caught his partna bitch I'm a repeat killer
Lurk at his candle light clutching the handle tight
I'm tryna three peat nigga
Truckload go beep beep
I let it bang like chief keef
I got ya bitch dick in her mouth she tryna please me
He really thought he could beat me
It's up with that nigga he deceased
Resume gotta clean sheet
I'm sipping lean like green tea
Whenever my diamonds they hit the light you see they glisten
My youngbul be drawn he shooting on sight that nigga be tripping
Don't know why ya boyfriend act like he hard that nigga be bitching
I put it on God we see that nigga my niggas gonn get him
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Writer(s): Eggleston Eggleston
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