Same Shit

Hop out chase a nigga down
Oh what's that gangsta shit u said
That hoe done text me out the blue
An just dont know she'll end up dead
I got big bro he got his 30
Who you think you finna set
That hoe wanna be with me
Like i dont know that hoe a fan
Niggas lame tryna hang
You talking crazy but you ran
And who gone try to dap me up
Wont even give yo ass a hand
Brodie wildin out and fouling out
Gone kill you for a band
Send big bro to get your ass
And then go live and do my dance
Think a fuck nigga finna play wit me
He must be crazy
Nigga say that he got love for me
I know that nigga hate me
That hoe see im finna blow up
Now she wanna have my baby
Its too late lil bitch you played
And now that shit gone drive you crazy
Swing his block in a rental
Pop back out in a Mercedes
You think im finna rap for free
Lil bitch you know you gotta pay me
Bitch dont tell me bout your day
You aint gone act like my old lady
You know big bro gone flip the hoe
Then pass the hoe like Tom Brady
She say J4 come to see me
Told that bitch well maybe
You know Lablair gone get her gone
Dont risk your safety tryna play me
We be on some gang shit
I know you niggas know this shit get dangerous
Who you hang with
Cause we'll hit at your brother who you bang with
No changing
Me and all my brothers on the same shit
Me and all my brothers on the same shit

Me and all my brothers on the same shit
Me and all my brothers on the same shit
This bitch wanna have my baby
She like Jdot drive me crazy
Fuck the opps them niggas dead
I smoke they bitch ass on the daily
Ran down on a nigga
But his pussy ass made it
I was mad as fuck 12 ain't enough
Like damn that shit here crazy
Fuck yo trap bitch we'll raid it
And just leave that bitch vacant
I done hit for them bricks
Now his pockets look deflated
I'm finna blow them niggas hate it
Got the chance I'm finna take it
Try to stop me on my way
And then your shit gone hit the pavement
4 to his head boom boom
Like the beat bitch it's knocking
Ian gotta speak on shit
You niggas know just how I'm rocking
Catch yo ass lacking me and bro them get to popping
Finger fuck this bitch until it click and when it stop then
Bro them run up on your ass
And try to push your top in
He acting like he tough
We finna send his ass up top then
Plug from down south had hit my line
Okay I'm locked in
Can't pull up on this street cause if you do you gone be boxed in
Rep that gang to the fullest
Wanna hang catch a top then
These niggas don't be popped out
These niggas really popped in
She don't got no friends bitch okay you still let jaq in
He dissing on my bro we got that drop let's knock his top in



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