Wyo 3??
We play with hot glocks
Hit you wit this bitch
You gone fukkin' hopscotch
I'm out my body,
Out my body,
Out my top
He in the pictures wit the opps?
He gone get crop (yeah)
He gone get crop
We'll play wit niggas, dead bodies on my block
We hit you with some shit that gone bring the fuckin' block out!
(Nigga really opp out)
(Nigga on my dick now)
He gone get pregnant
Boy stop that fukkin' shit now
Mike got dem' bricks now
We be serving fiends now
Got the fukkin' trap jumpin'
Like a fukkin' trampoline
Hit you with this bitch, this fuckin ' choppa gone make em' scream
It's fukkin stick up, get up on yo fukkin
knees
I got that coke for the low
What tf you need?
Not wyo4??
Bitch it's wyo3??
Pull up in the hood with a bad bitch on side meh
Bitch I'm rockin' Denim jeans, Mojealous, on my feet
If I catch a opp I spot em' Keith say? (Wyo3??)
Keith gone get the fukkin' chopper he gone let that bitch ringer
Ion trust no fukkin' body, ion trust a fukkin' thing
Boy you told on my ponta?
Boy wtf yhu mean??
Some slimey ass niggas on my fukkin' team
Niggas switching on they fukkin' team like a Referee
Hoes fukkin' envy meh
Let the pain breath down my sleeve
Cause it ain't gone leave
I got mopstick it's gone clear the block bitch
Tell the opps pop out?
We be on our hype shit
Keep one in the head, if you run up you get death wit
Bitch I'mma Tom Brady wit my aim ion miss shit!
Send me a mission ion playing I could complete shit
I be on my slick shit I be on my creep shit
Pop up at yo door, but don't think this Hollween bitch
Connivin' ass nigga in the grass tryna wet shit
Bitch drop yo gun cause you never gone shoot shit
Clip so fuckin long mane that
bitch look like a poo stick dive up in a party
Hope a nigga don't move wrong
I'm split his turn em to his clone
...
Don't say wyo 4?? If yhu ain't fukkin' wit meh
I keep that mother fukkin' glock ain't switching like referees
Theses niggas talkin outta line he better stay in his lane
Feel that loud pain, bitch dem' choppers
Major Payne
Niggas talkin like they with it punched em' dead up in they shit
Hit you wit this bitch
You gone fukkin' hopscotch
I'm out my body,
Out my body,
Out my top
He in the pictures wit the opps?
He gone get crop (yeah)
He gone get crop
We'll play wit niggas, dead bodies on my block
We hit you with some shit that gone bring the fuckin' block out!
(Nigga really opp out)
(Nigga on my dick now)
He gone get pregnant
Boy stop that fukkin' shit now
Mike got dem' bricks now
We be serving fiends now
Got the fukkin' trap jumpin'
Like a fukkin' trampoline
Hit you with this bitch, this fuckin ' choppa gone make em' scream
It's fukkin stick up, get up on yo fukkin
knees
I got that coke for the low
What tf you need?
Not wyo4??
Bitch it's wyo3??
Pull up in the hood with a bad bitch on side meh
Bitch I'm rockin' Denim jeans, Mojealous, on my feet
If I catch a opp I spot em' Keith say? (Wyo3??)
Keith gone get the fukkin' chopper he gone let that bitch ringer
Ion trust no fukkin' body, ion trust a fukkin' thing
Boy you told on my ponta?
Boy wtf yhu mean??
Some slimey ass niggas on my fukkin' team
Niggas switching on they fukkin' team like a Referee
Hoes fukkin' envy meh
Let the pain breath down my sleeve
Cause it ain't gone leave
I got mopstick it's gone clear the block bitch
Tell the opps pop out?
We be on our hype shit
Keep one in the head, if you run up you get death wit
Bitch I'mma Tom Brady wit my aim ion miss shit!
Send me a mission ion playing I could complete shit
I be on my slick shit I be on my creep shit
Pop up at yo door, but don't think this Hollween bitch
Connivin' ass nigga in the grass tryna wet shit
Bitch drop yo gun cause you never gone shoot shit
Clip so fuckin long mane that
bitch look like a poo stick dive up in a party
Hope a nigga don't move wrong
I'm split his turn em to his clone
...
Don't say wyo 4?? If yhu ain't fukkin' wit meh
I keep that mother fukkin' glock ain't switching like referees
Theses niggas talkin outta line he better stay in his lane
Feel that loud pain, bitch dem' choppers
Major Payne
Niggas talkin like they with it punched em' dead up in they shit
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