Today

She be like steezo you nice with it
I take a fanta an add a lil ice with it
I been jocing his hoe and i think that she wan me to hit
But im just one nighting it

We got more guns then humans right up in this car
So you know we strapped like a dyke with it
Im a hard headed nigga yall talk about plays yall gon make while im already hiking it

Know you feeling a nigga stop fighting it
That lil hoe got me thinking bout wifing it
I aint wifing no hoe i was siking it
Nigga know we gon spin like a ryu kick

And they know a young nigga be trippin and dripping aint slipping
Cause they got sum opps in the way
If im a hoe then its a opposite day
I up wit this glik send a shot to yo face

We puttin niggas in boxes today
She going both ways like a option today
Got on 11's im rocking today
Gotta shine for lil whop cause they locked em away

But we aint getting inna that
That lil boy talk a lot on the internet
Know sum youngins gon kill if they get a stack
Call up bro otp he gon finish that

N these hoes be like steezo just get em wet
Then he do what he do then he finish that
So come here let me know where yo feelings at
I dont think we should talk about feelings yet

And you know i got bands now im the man now and im really in action nigga

Nigga know im a bad child took his arm you'll think he action figure
(Wait) put that on 4 ian capping nigga

Niggas call us u haul cause we packin niggas

And im jus focused on rapping nigga
But i aint nun like these rapping niggas
I got active niggas that be clapping triggers
I could make a call n body bag a nigga

Simple caption in my caption
Im deleting post incase i clap em
I remember in school you was capping

223 And it sing like the braxtons
Now come show me who really in action
She like steezo you know you my papi
And yo music you know it be smacking

And la nigga you know i aint capping
I get tipped for a show i aint happy
On a xanny i sweat like a athlete
Know i keep me a strap in the backseat

I aint feeling yo hoe
Cause she maxed me
And a nigga be blowing on packy
And my 7s one hundred im taxing i remember i used to be jacking

Now im feeling like tony montana
Choppa singing like hannah montana
Throwing bullets like joey montana
Ion bang wit that nigga he random

Sum my niggas hold daughters for ransom
Got a young nigga feeling like manson
Like serena i stay witta racket
Playing stupid like whats all the racket

When i know that my nigga jus clapped em
And you know i be dripping fashion
Got my bro on a perc in the backseat
Got his hoe in the whip trynna cap me

N my ex hoe she talk to another bro
I dont care cause we smashing each other hoes
I remember i loved her she let me go
Now my neck looking frozen i let it go

Niggas watching my stee witta telescope
Pillow talk to my hoe she gon let me know
I be sipping on purple im very slow
Needa find me a plug out in mexico

Ian loving that thot she a messy hoe
If you really want smoke come n let me know
I got bands on my fit thats from head to toe
If its if war then we bringing it to his door

I aint lying im pilt off this edible
Thc got me moving so very slow
Watch his hoe put my name on a pedistal
I might call up la rich to come step on you



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Writer(s): Raymond Vincent
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