Maintenance
Young nigga still checking out banks
Just piffed in the whip and the ride is stankin'
Homie got a mop we arrive like maintenance
Fucking with a homie get you fried like bacon
Chain snatched if you want it back come take it
I be with his shorty while he's sleeping I'm dangerous
She be chilling with us and the shit's outrageous
Got a list of bitches I be taking, 8 pages
We banging
Got a lock on my trigger we dangerous
Niggas soft wanna talk about dangerous
Yeah you was soft when you dropped on the pavement
Never saw what he saw like Jason
But with a saw we belong on pages
How you sitting tryna' stall like changing
But know you're bouta' lose it all like Vegas
Hear the speaker when it bump like potholes
Any minute we come turn him to gazpacho
And then we never seen your face like socko
They only got to see the shell like tacos
I know he talking on the live, let it rock though
We be walking up inside like "I thought so"
If you aint ready with the 9 what you talk for
I know this chopper kinda little, its a lot tho
Big glock we dont squash no beef
Fuck a warning we don't want no peace
And we be on the block never walk those streets
Like he walk around the pool, better watch those feet
I aint hearing nothing we go off on 3
Y'all aint really bussin it, glocks on E
Call me Mr. Oven with the pots on me
And I ain't gon' discuss cause' the cops on me (You crazy)
And the rest no sweat, gymnasium
If he up it then I'm gonna lil baby him
That means close friends coming for your cranium
Out the park like Red Sox stadium
Pop taught me how to shoot it I was made for them
Like he dropped out of Tech, no trade for him
No replacing nothing should've never played with him
Swear the glock is my son, I be raising him
Who's mans who the nigga that be claiming him
You got your mans in a twist I aint blaming him
Hope you know we burn blocks, paving 'em
Spin around and get the bullet shell saving 'em
They shot my homie with a bullet shell graising him
Yeah you nice but you ain't like James and 'em
We cold heart, real street no changing him
7 days no sleep no phasing him
Young nigga still checking out banks
Just piffed in the whip and the ride is stankin'
Homie got a mop we arrive like maintenance
Fucking with a homie get you fried like bacon
Chain snatched if you want it back come take it
I be with his shorty while he's sleeping I'm dangerous
She be chilling with us and the shit's outrageous
Got a list of bitches I be taking, 8 pages
Just piffed in the whip and the ride is stankin'
Homie got a mop we arrive like maintenance
Fucking with a homie get you fried like bacon
Chain snatched if you want it back come take it
I be with his shorty while he's sleeping I'm dangerous
She be chilling with us and the shit's outrageous
Got a list of bitches I be taking, 8 pages
We banging
Got a lock on my trigger we dangerous
Niggas soft wanna talk about dangerous
Yeah you was soft when you dropped on the pavement
Never saw what he saw like Jason
But with a saw we belong on pages
How you sitting tryna' stall like changing
But know you're bouta' lose it all like Vegas
Hear the speaker when it bump like potholes
Any minute we come turn him to gazpacho
And then we never seen your face like socko
They only got to see the shell like tacos
I know he talking on the live, let it rock though
We be walking up inside like "I thought so"
If you aint ready with the 9 what you talk for
I know this chopper kinda little, its a lot tho
Big glock we dont squash no beef
Fuck a warning we don't want no peace
And we be on the block never walk those streets
Like he walk around the pool, better watch those feet
I aint hearing nothing we go off on 3
Y'all aint really bussin it, glocks on E
Call me Mr. Oven with the pots on me
And I ain't gon' discuss cause' the cops on me (You crazy)
And the rest no sweat, gymnasium
If he up it then I'm gonna lil baby him
That means close friends coming for your cranium
Out the park like Red Sox stadium
Pop taught me how to shoot it I was made for them
Like he dropped out of Tech, no trade for him
No replacing nothing should've never played with him
Swear the glock is my son, I be raising him
Who's mans who the nigga that be claiming him
You got your mans in a twist I aint blaming him
Hope you know we burn blocks, paving 'em
Spin around and get the bullet shell saving 'em
They shot my homie with a bullet shell graising him
Yeah you nice but you ain't like James and 'em
We cold heart, real street no changing him
7 days no sleep no phasing him
Young nigga still checking out banks
Just piffed in the whip and the ride is stankin'
Homie got a mop we arrive like maintenance
Fucking with a homie get you fried like bacon
Chain snatched if you want it back come take it
I be with his shorty while he's sleeping I'm dangerous
She be chilling with us and the shit's outrageous
Got a list of bitches I be taking, 8 pages
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Writer(s): James Oshotta
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