Full Clip Pt. 2
Aye run it back, bitch
Walk down on a nigga with the MAC
He gone get clapped, bitch
He ain't see that choppa it was black
But I was strapped bitch
That shit he be rappin is cap, bitch
That nigga ain't been in the trap
He cap for them hoes
Got hit in the back, bitch
He asking for that pressure
How you cry when u get popped, nigga
Shootin' 'till u drop, nigga
Murder all my opps, nigga
I ain't never missed a single shot
Out on yo block, nigga
Feeling like a hitman
These bodies that I got, nigga
They ask a nigga who want smoke
I tell 'em me
Lil nigga I know where you be
My niggas sliding with that heat
We leave your body on a tee
Bitch it's a room full of niggas
You ain't gotta look at me
She told me "all them niggas broke
You the only one I see"
I said "I guess you get my D"
But bitch I'm rich, so pay your fee
And these niggas really bitches
Why they act like they a G
Bitch I guess I planted seeds
Pockets growing like a tree
She said, bitch you aint gon make it
I said, bitch, you wait and see
I want that S-M-O-K-E
I'm MVP if you play me
All these pussy niggas weak
Only gangsta on a tweet
I said, "nigga why u cappin'
You a bitch when you aint rappin'"
He keep sayin' he a killer
I might pull up, get to clapping
Bitch you know foe 'nem 'bout that action
We gone press you like a printer
I ain't never been that nigga
Talkin' shit from in my sprinter
Took your bitch out on a date
She got crazy off that liquor
Do what I want, I had to tip her
I'm throwing ones 'cause she a winner
How the fuck you say you ballin', nigga
You ain't got no bags
He, he, he ain't got no cash
I'll put that nigga on his ass
Nigga say he keep a gun
Bitch you better count your mag
Sendin' shots, them bullets fast
I took his bitch, I know he mad
Ever since that first time
I had a pussy nigga press me
Choppa got to kicking shit
Like it was Lionel Messi
Only way you gon' address me
Number one up in my class
Pray nobody ever test me
SCG and YBF
We leave your body on a shelf
If a nigga run up on me
Get to shooting like I'm Steph
When I'm fuckin' on your bitch
Make her hit the treble clef
She say I go way too deep
It ain't that way for no one else
Bitch
They keep sayin' I ain't the hottest nigga in this city man
Must be something wrong with 'em
Keep on turnin' up
YBF, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
YBF, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Walk down on a nigga with the MAC
He gone get clapped, bitch
He ain't see that choppa it was black
But I was strapped bitch
That shit he be rappin is cap, bitch
That nigga ain't been in the trap
He cap for them hoes
Got hit in the back, bitch
He asking for that pressure
How you cry when u get popped, nigga
Shootin' 'till u drop, nigga
Murder all my opps, nigga
I ain't never missed a single shot
Out on yo block, nigga
Feeling like a hitman
These bodies that I got, nigga
They ask a nigga who want smoke
I tell 'em me
Lil nigga I know where you be
My niggas sliding with that heat
We leave your body on a tee
Bitch it's a room full of niggas
You ain't gotta look at me
She told me "all them niggas broke
You the only one I see"
I said "I guess you get my D"
But bitch I'm rich, so pay your fee
And these niggas really bitches
Why they act like they a G
Bitch I guess I planted seeds
Pockets growing like a tree
She said, bitch you aint gon make it
I said, bitch, you wait and see
I want that S-M-O-K-E
I'm MVP if you play me
All these pussy niggas weak
Only gangsta on a tweet
I said, "nigga why u cappin'
You a bitch when you aint rappin'"
He keep sayin' he a killer
I might pull up, get to clapping
Bitch you know foe 'nem 'bout that action
We gone press you like a printer
I ain't never been that nigga
Talkin' shit from in my sprinter
Took your bitch out on a date
She got crazy off that liquor
Do what I want, I had to tip her
I'm throwing ones 'cause she a winner
How the fuck you say you ballin', nigga
You ain't got no bags
He, he, he ain't got no cash
I'll put that nigga on his ass
Nigga say he keep a gun
Bitch you better count your mag
Sendin' shots, them bullets fast
I took his bitch, I know he mad
Ever since that first time
I had a pussy nigga press me
Choppa got to kicking shit
Like it was Lionel Messi
Only way you gon' address me
Number one up in my class
Pray nobody ever test me
SCG and YBF
We leave your body on a shelf
If a nigga run up on me
Get to shooting like I'm Steph
When I'm fuckin' on your bitch
Make her hit the treble clef
She say I go way too deep
It ain't that way for no one else
Bitch
They keep sayin' I ain't the hottest nigga in this city man
Must be something wrong with 'em
Keep on turnin' up
YBF, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
YBF, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
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Writer(s): Khari E. Douglas
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