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Forty wit a nine keep it low it's a weapon
That boi can't do no time he a hoe he be telling
Rolling wit the gang we rock out with them Wessons
These niggas turn to haters when they see how you steppin
But I don't got the time cop me some new 9's yeah they 202
My girl she so fine she finer then wine yeah like wassup wit u boo
Put these niggas in line like what's on yo mind boi don't make me go shoot
Tell dat bitch we slang iron we ain't doing no time boi and this is the truth
They don't know how to act I might grab the gat like I might catch case
The money so funny bitches hop like a bunny man and it's a disgrace
I hope you ain't capping my niggas like action and they won't leave a trace
Put the Glock to his face need a heart to replace
Cause mine ain't no good and that's thanks to the hood
Man I don't like yo man he a hoe and a rat aye like what's good with you nigga
She like it real slow when I hit from the back aye she gone love on a nigga
I be talking my shit when I hop on the track aye like get up wit a nigga
Sip on lean like it's water til my gut getting fat aye yeah I'm faded my nigga
Fuck nigga I'm insane aim A choppa to yo brain
For the guys I be slaying hope that pussy nigga praying
Shooting 3s like I'm Daimen
Lil nigga wat you saying don't put loud on my brain gbm be the gang
That lil bread you flexing keep it to a minimum
I'll put bands in yo face like this shit is subliminal
But I don't got the time cop me some new 9's yeah they 202
My girl she so fine she finer than wine yeah like wassup wit u boo
Put these niggas in line like what's on yo mind boi don't make me go shoot
Tell dat bitch we slang iron we ain't doing no time boi and this is the truth
They don't know how to act I might grab the gat like I might catch case
The money so funny bitches hop like a bunny man and it's a disgrace
I hope you ain't capping my niggas like action and they won't leave a trace
Put the glock to his face need a heart to replace
Cause mine ain't no good and that's thanks to the hood
Forty wit a nine keep it low it's a weapon
That boi can't do no time he a hoe he be telling
Rolling wit the gang we rock out with them Wessons
These niggas turn to haters when they see how you steppin
That boi can't do no time he a hoe he be telling
Rolling wit the gang we rock out with them Wessons
These niggas turn to haters when they see how you steppin
But I don't got the time cop me some new 9's yeah they 202
My girl she so fine she finer then wine yeah like wassup wit u boo
Put these niggas in line like what's on yo mind boi don't make me go shoot
Tell dat bitch we slang iron we ain't doing no time boi and this is the truth
They don't know how to act I might grab the gat like I might catch case
The money so funny bitches hop like a bunny man and it's a disgrace
I hope you ain't capping my niggas like action and they won't leave a trace
Put the Glock to his face need a heart to replace
Cause mine ain't no good and that's thanks to the hood
Man I don't like yo man he a hoe and a rat aye like what's good with you nigga
She like it real slow when I hit from the back aye she gone love on a nigga
I be talking my shit when I hop on the track aye like get up wit a nigga
Sip on lean like it's water til my gut getting fat aye yeah I'm faded my nigga
Fuck nigga I'm insane aim A choppa to yo brain
For the guys I be slaying hope that pussy nigga praying
Shooting 3s like I'm Daimen
Lil nigga wat you saying don't put loud on my brain gbm be the gang
That lil bread you flexing keep it to a minimum
I'll put bands in yo face like this shit is subliminal
But I don't got the time cop me some new 9's yeah they 202
My girl she so fine she finer than wine yeah like wassup wit u boo
Put these niggas in line like what's on yo mind boi don't make me go shoot
Tell dat bitch we slang iron we ain't doing no time boi and this is the truth
They don't know how to act I might grab the gat like I might catch case
The money so funny bitches hop like a bunny man and it's a disgrace
I hope you ain't capping my niggas like action and they won't leave a trace
Put the glock to his face need a heart to replace
Cause mine ain't no good and that's thanks to the hood
Forty wit a nine keep it low it's a weapon
That boi can't do no time he a hoe he be telling
Rolling wit the gang we rock out with them Wessons
These niggas turn to haters when they see how you steppin
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Writer(s): Jerome Diabe
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