Double-007 -
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Say it with another one
Four guys and four choppers for shootin', we quick to up the scope
If you see me drivin', it cocked and you know we stole yo' hoe
All my niggas hopped out with them drakes and they gon' let it blow
Free Lil' Shiesty, free Lil' Dee, you know they quick to up the scope
In the trap go bowl for bowl, why these nigga cuff hoes for hoe?
Yo tag it gon', Lil' Dee the tote, this Glock .23 up the scope
Walkin' round with carbons, drivin', chargin', pushin' like a sergeant
If you diss squad, we get to sparkin', all my niggas spar
My lil' nigga finna take his life, the lakers they gon' shoot yo' shit
Glock .23 came with a drum, it gotta cooler kick
Look I've been a rider, up in school with the movin' shit
Big team, 4k, ridе with four drakes, you like a movie scеne
Used to fuck with op hoes, now they block hoes 'cause they fuck with me
If you diss the block, you gotta die, this Glock is stuck with me
These bitches claim they fuck with me, but you know ain't no lovin' me
If you want a bowl, jus' call my phone, I keep them drugs with me
If you wanna cop, then come and shop, I got this shit for cheap
Twenty-eighty bowl, want 32 for that exotic
That track hard, this exotic jeep, I hit the gas, fuck up the streets
You can cuff that hoe and give her money but she fuck with me
You can show the bitch the whole world, she still gon' fuck the block
Ain't no lovin' hoes, no cuffin' hoes, I put my trust in Glocks
Put my trust up in this glocky, on me it got thirty-two
If you want to smoke jus' let me know, I'm quick to bury you
Let me talk my shit for a lil' minute, get it out my chest
If I see my man, I up the blick and y'all know all the rest
Took another roll, I'm on a roll, I cannot get no rest
Hop out with them poles and let 'em blow and y'all gon' lay to rest
Hop out with them poles and my lil' nigga now gon' walk you down
Took another perc, I'm off the drink, this shit gon' take me down
How the fuck these niggas trappin', they ain't never sold a pound
And if I catch a charge I ain't sayin' shit, you know I'm layin' down
We're laying down
My niggas caught a body and they never made it out
Always see the ends, there is no holding down
Four guys and four choppers for shootin', we quick to up the scope
If you see me drivin', it cocked and you know we stole yo' hoe
All my niggas hopped out with them drakes and they gon' let it blow
Free Lil' Shiesty, free Lil' Dee, you know they quick to up the scope
In the trap go bowl for bowl, why these nigga cuff hoes for hoe?
Yo tag it gon', Lil' Dee the tote, this Glock .23 up the scope
Walkin' round with carbons, drivin', chargin', pushin' like a sergeant
If you diss squad, we get to sparkin', all my niggas spar
My lil' nigga finna take his life, the lakers they gon' shoot yo' shit
Glock .23 came with a drum, it gotta cooler kick
Look I've been a rider, up in school with the movin' shit
Big team, 4k, ridе with four drakes, you like a movie scеne
Used to fuck with op hoes, now they block hoes 'cause they fuck with me
If you diss the block, you gotta die, this Glock is stuck with me
These bitches claim they fuck with me, but you know ain't no lovin' me
If you want a bowl, jus' call my phone, I keep them drugs with me
If you wanna cop, then come and shop, I got this shit for cheap
Twenty-eighty bowl, want 32 for that exotic
That track hard, this exotic jeep, I hit the gas, fuck up the streets
You can cuff that hoe and give her money but she fuck with me
You can show the bitch the whole world, she still gon' fuck the block
Ain't no lovin' hoes, no cuffin' hoes, I put my trust in Glocks
Put my trust up in this glocky, on me it got thirty-two
If you want to smoke jus' let me know, I'm quick to bury you
Let me talk my shit for a lil' minute, get it out my chest
If I see my man, I up the blick and y'all know all the rest
Took another roll, I'm on a roll, I cannot get no rest
Hop out with them poles and let 'em blow and y'all gon' lay to rest
Hop out with them poles and my lil' nigga now gon' walk you down
Took another perc, I'm off the drink, this shit gon' take me down
How the fuck these niggas trappin', they ain't never sold a pound
And if I catch a charge I ain't sayin' shit, you know I'm layin' down
We're laying down
My niggas caught a body and they never made it out
Always see the ends, there is no holding down
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Writer(s): Tyreke Rogers
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