M.B.K
Niggas want smoke and we on it
Opps gon fall in this bitch like it's autumn
Niggas better move with pre-cautions
We hotbox the coupe and it look like it's haunted
I got a check Got balencis and bape on
I know some bloods in this bitch like a seance
I'm good in the hood they won't catch me like Trayvon
I ran it up fast in my city like Tavon
Niggas make threats but ain't bout to drop shit
Bitches be tryna get wifed and they not shit
Stop it
They smokin on mid and we smoking exotic
You cuffing that bitch and you know she got mileage
Rented the Tesla ain't know how to drive it
It don't even matter it got auto pilot
I just want your lips I don't care about your body
Her brain go stupid I know she in college
She ain't teaching me shit but she giving me knowledge
If my girl try to call ima put it on silent
I just float on the beat I don't even be trying
Don't care bout the weather I'm changing the climate
This gun automatic it sound like it's crying
If a nigga try play then his mom hear the sirens
Hoo-hoo
Said my circle so tight like a fruit loop
In the sino do magic like voodoo
Said I count up more money than you do
I'm the man with the bands like a guru
I got blood on my shoes ain't no suwoop
Mob ties in this bitch know I fuck with the gang
Got on Maison Margiela no this ain't no stain
Meliodas on me but I feel like I'm pain
Feel like Steph from the three got unlimited range
Crvddyrell & JDG back in this bitch
Know what the fuck going on
Know we left for a bit, know what I'm saying
16, 29, 29, 16
Blue benjis on 250 man know what the fuck going on
How I be running the game in my new shoes, no crease
I cannot fuck with no new dudes with no cheese
Bitch I put in that work now they notice the new me
Bitch I'm counting up guap it's a whole lot of blue cheese
Told her come on and link bitch I'm feeling like WhoHeem
Me and Crvddyrell back with some no. 9 new jeans
And I'm touching that pack on my snap, I'm like "Who need?"
Bitch I'm drowning in water I don't need no coochi
I-I'm 410 from the west side
Said it's up with the gang nigga?
Bet. Aight
I'm upping that chop you get hit with that fire
Niggas cap for the gram I can tell that you lied
Nigga speak on my name I can bet that he died
Nigga said he want beef til he smoked and he fried
Hit yo bitch from the back got her breaking her spine
Steady thinking it's yours but she said that it's mine
Finna get to that bag got unlimited ties
Got that draco it's right on my hip when I slide
Gang
Opps gon fall in this bitch like it's autumn
Niggas better move with pre-cautions
We hotbox the coupe and it look like it's haunted
I got a check Got balencis and bape on
I know some bloods in this bitch like a seance
I'm good in the hood they won't catch me like Trayvon
I ran it up fast in my city like Tavon
Niggas make threats but ain't bout to drop shit
Bitches be tryna get wifed and they not shit
Stop it
They smokin on mid and we smoking exotic
You cuffing that bitch and you know she got mileage
Rented the Tesla ain't know how to drive it
It don't even matter it got auto pilot
I just want your lips I don't care about your body
Her brain go stupid I know she in college
She ain't teaching me shit but she giving me knowledge
If my girl try to call ima put it on silent
I just float on the beat I don't even be trying
Don't care bout the weather I'm changing the climate
This gun automatic it sound like it's crying
If a nigga try play then his mom hear the sirens
Hoo-hoo
Said my circle so tight like a fruit loop
In the sino do magic like voodoo
Said I count up more money than you do
I'm the man with the bands like a guru
I got blood on my shoes ain't no suwoop
Mob ties in this bitch know I fuck with the gang
Got on Maison Margiela no this ain't no stain
Meliodas on me but I feel like I'm pain
Feel like Steph from the three got unlimited range
Crvddyrell & JDG back in this bitch
Know what the fuck going on
Know we left for a bit, know what I'm saying
16, 29, 29, 16
Blue benjis on 250 man know what the fuck going on
How I be running the game in my new shoes, no crease
I cannot fuck with no new dudes with no cheese
Bitch I put in that work now they notice the new me
Bitch I'm counting up guap it's a whole lot of blue cheese
Told her come on and link bitch I'm feeling like WhoHeem
Me and Crvddyrell back with some no. 9 new jeans
And I'm touching that pack on my snap, I'm like "Who need?"
Bitch I'm drowning in water I don't need no coochi
I-I'm 410 from the west side
Said it's up with the gang nigga?
Bet. Aight
I'm upping that chop you get hit with that fire
Niggas cap for the gram I can tell that you lied
Nigga speak on my name I can bet that he died
Nigga said he want beef til he smoked and he fried
Hit yo bitch from the back got her breaking her spine
Steady thinking it's yours but she said that it's mine
Finna get to that bag got unlimited ties
Got that draco it's right on my hip when I slide
Gang
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Writer(s): Tyrel Wilkins
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