Blade
Mmmmmm a wa ohhh wa ohhh
I might I might I might run down on ya
(I'mma yeah, ride for my nigga tonight, yeah)
Mmmmmm ah woah ah woah
Ah woah ah woah
I might run down on ya
(I'mma slide, slide for my nigga tonight)
Mmmm I keep the blade with me
(Yeah fuck that lil shit, fuck that lil shit, fuck that lil shit, fuck up that shit, fuck up that shit, fuck up a check
Nigga I'm going right at your neck)
I might run down on ya
I keep the blade with me
Mmmmm mmmmm yeah
Gotta let it go
Gotta let you know
I am not the one
You should play with
Get up off my dick
Hit you with the stick
Like a pistol whip yeah
I ain't gone kill you yeah
Imma let you live yeah
Niggas got J's
But never hit the field
Let's just keep it real
You don't want these hands
Probably take the stan
You is not the man
Oh the arrogance
250k that is not real
You is a groupie nigga
Nigga quit playin
You don't stand a chance
Took my time on the road
Took my time on the go
Now I'm fucking all these hoes
Got a new thang
On the road
Pull up very slow
Pew pew at your door
Mmmmmm a wa ohhh wa ohhh
I might I might I might run down on ya
(I'mma yeah, ride for my nigga tonight, yeah)
Mmmmmm ah woah ah woah
Ah woah ah woah
I might run down on ya
(I'mma slide, slide for my nigga tonight)
Mmmm I keep the blade with me
(Yeah fuck that lil shit, fuck that lil shit, fuck that lil shit, fuck up that shit, fuck up that shit, fuck up a check
Nigga I'm going right at your neck)
I might run down on ya
I keep the blade with me
Rather be sorry than safe
You expired everybody got a date
You don't want shit to get fatal
Why would play with the danger
Fuck you Nigga, I want your gaurdian angel
Woah woah woah woaahhh
Blow em out like its his birthday
Woah woah woah woah
Who said you could breathe in the first place
Send him right back to his birthplace
Can't even ask how the cake taste
You wouldn't know about it anyway
Niggas just out here just stunting
I feel like Evel Knievel
One chance no sequals
You Cappin for pictures with niggas
Yo niggas don't even believe you
Yeah yeah Burrell
Somebody got a full clip
Mmm mmm I rolling too We gone let it rip
Mmm mmm
This Charmin soft ass nigga
Got 3k followers but don't got 3k bands
Nigga you a bitch
On my momma nigga
On my daddy nigga
Fuck you nigga
Talkin bout you can rap
Respond to this bitch ass nigga
Broke boy
I might I might I might run down on ya
(I'mma yeah, ride for my nigga tonight, yeah)
Mmmmmm ah woah ah woah
Ah woah ah woah
I might run down on ya
(I'mma slide, slide for my nigga tonight)
Mmmm I keep the blade with me
(Yeah fuck that lil shit, fuck that lil shit, fuck that lil shit, fuck up that shit, fuck up that shit, fuck up a check
Nigga I'm going right at your neck)
I might run down on ya
I keep the blade with me
Mmmmm mmmmm yeah
Gotta let it go
Gotta let you know
I am not the one
You should play with
Get up off my dick
Hit you with the stick
Like a pistol whip yeah
I ain't gone kill you yeah
Imma let you live yeah
Niggas got J's
But never hit the field
Let's just keep it real
You don't want these hands
Probably take the stan
You is not the man
Oh the arrogance
250k that is not real
You is a groupie nigga
Nigga quit playin
You don't stand a chance
Took my time on the road
Took my time on the go
Now I'm fucking all these hoes
Got a new thang
On the road
Pull up very slow
Pew pew at your door
Mmmmmm a wa ohhh wa ohhh
I might I might I might run down on ya
(I'mma yeah, ride for my nigga tonight, yeah)
Mmmmmm ah woah ah woah
Ah woah ah woah
I might run down on ya
(I'mma slide, slide for my nigga tonight)
Mmmm I keep the blade with me
(Yeah fuck that lil shit, fuck that lil shit, fuck that lil shit, fuck up that shit, fuck up that shit, fuck up a check
Nigga I'm going right at your neck)
I might run down on ya
I keep the blade with me
Rather be sorry than safe
You expired everybody got a date
You don't want shit to get fatal
Why would play with the danger
Fuck you Nigga, I want your gaurdian angel
Woah woah woah woaahhh
Blow em out like its his birthday
Woah woah woah woah
Who said you could breathe in the first place
Send him right back to his birthplace
Can't even ask how the cake taste
You wouldn't know about it anyway
Niggas just out here just stunting
I feel like Evel Knievel
One chance no sequals
You Cappin for pictures with niggas
Yo niggas don't even believe you
Yeah yeah Burrell
Somebody got a full clip
Mmm mmm I rolling too We gone let it rip
Mmm mmm
This Charmin soft ass nigga
Got 3k followers but don't got 3k bands
Nigga you a bitch
On my momma nigga
On my daddy nigga
Fuck you nigga
Talkin bout you can rap
Respond to this bitch ass nigga
Broke boy
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Writer(s): Brosnon Armfield
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