Who Gon' Step
Get the fuck out my inbox with that gimme shit nigga
Gimme, gimme, gimme
On live and thangs
Aye
Yea I got a shoot today
That's why I'm posted in the 4
Sell my own clothing brand
Bitch I'm out here sellin' clothes
Hit the road with a bitch
Boy I'm sellin' hoes
If a nigga steal from me
Imma show em what he stole
Yea this Glock too small for Tez
He gotta grab the pole
Smokin' ounces every day
We ain't flippin' Os
Tryna figure what we doin'
Cause we be gettin' dough
I ain't slippin'
But I caught a nigga at the liquor store
He fell in love like he cupid
It was with a hoe
If she stress you then you stupid
What you hit'er foe
Pull that Glock Imma use it
Hit that nigga in his nose
Marshall Mathers Imma lose it
Up that .40 Imma blow
Bitch I hang with real killers
All my niggas from the Mo
If you fonkin with the gang
Bet not pull up to yo show
We got good aim bitch
Hit that nigga in his mole
Fonkin with the gang
Nigga bet not pull up to yo show
Shit get ugly
I'm gone have to call Tez
Pop a nigga
Like I popped a med
Smoke a nigga
Bitch I used a sig
Ask yo bitch did a drill
Bitch I didn't switch
I'm the freshest in the gang
I be hittin' licks
And I smoke so much weed
I can't flip a zip
But I'll flip a hoe
Vroom
How it sounded
When I pulled up to the studio
I been takin' all these percs for all this pain I'm under
Every time I'm in the club nigga it's rainin' ones
I'm a real nigga I ain't never had to pay for lunch
Me and my bitch gettin' money why they hate us
All these hoes on my cock
And they gone go too
I tell that bitch to move around
Cause bitch I do not want you
Went from up and down the block
To now I'm trappin' ProTools
Get a M
Do it again
Then Imma blow through
Nina hit you in the gut
And watch that lil hoe fold you
I'm Slime
I be with Grapes
And you know I be with them Folks too
Bitches they get wetter
When me my guys nem we roll through
Brodie ridin' with that wetter
He'll super soak you
Poke you
Leave you in the streets
Shout out bro bro Dee
And shout out Ray2x
Yea you know we the 9
We been in our prime
Never stop our shine
Cause we been on our grind
And we ain't goin' bitch
Remember stolen shit
We on to frozen wrist
And I been
Swervin' through the night
Cause I been rollin' off them pills again
Workin' through the night
Bitch I'm just tryna get a million
Nigga talkin' down
We gone pull up
And we spill his shit
Hit em with the 4 0
Knock his noodles
Niggas killin' shit
Hannn
Gimme, gimme, gimme
On live and thangs
Aye
Yea I got a shoot today
That's why I'm posted in the 4
Sell my own clothing brand
Bitch I'm out here sellin' clothes
Hit the road with a bitch
Boy I'm sellin' hoes
If a nigga steal from me
Imma show em what he stole
Yea this Glock too small for Tez
He gotta grab the pole
Smokin' ounces every day
We ain't flippin' Os
Tryna figure what we doin'
Cause we be gettin' dough
I ain't slippin'
But I caught a nigga at the liquor store
He fell in love like he cupid
It was with a hoe
If she stress you then you stupid
What you hit'er foe
Pull that Glock Imma use it
Hit that nigga in his nose
Marshall Mathers Imma lose it
Up that .40 Imma blow
Bitch I hang with real killers
All my niggas from the Mo
If you fonkin with the gang
Bet not pull up to yo show
We got good aim bitch
Hit that nigga in his mole
Fonkin with the gang
Nigga bet not pull up to yo show
Shit get ugly
I'm gone have to call Tez
Pop a nigga
Like I popped a med
Smoke a nigga
Bitch I used a sig
Ask yo bitch did a drill
Bitch I didn't switch
I'm the freshest in the gang
I be hittin' licks
And I smoke so much weed
I can't flip a zip
But I'll flip a hoe
Vroom
How it sounded
When I pulled up to the studio
I been takin' all these percs for all this pain I'm under
Every time I'm in the club nigga it's rainin' ones
I'm a real nigga I ain't never had to pay for lunch
Me and my bitch gettin' money why they hate us
All these hoes on my cock
And they gone go too
I tell that bitch to move around
Cause bitch I do not want you
Went from up and down the block
To now I'm trappin' ProTools
Get a M
Do it again
Then Imma blow through
Nina hit you in the gut
And watch that lil hoe fold you
I'm Slime
I be with Grapes
And you know I be with them Folks too
Bitches they get wetter
When me my guys nem we roll through
Brodie ridin' with that wetter
He'll super soak you
Poke you
Leave you in the streets
Shout out bro bro Dee
And shout out Ray2x
Yea you know we the 9
We been in our prime
Never stop our shine
Cause we been on our grind
And we ain't goin' bitch
Remember stolen shit
We on to frozen wrist
And I been
Swervin' through the night
Cause I been rollin' off them pills again
Workin' through the night
Bitch I'm just tryna get a million
Nigga talkin' down
We gone pull up
And we spill his shit
Hit em with the 4 0
Knock his noodles
Niggas killin' shit
Hannn
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