Write Me Off

When I started rapping they was tryna to write me off
Now they saying that they sorry, nigga, you can't right a wrong
I be in my head when I go to write these fuckin' songs
Put a fo' in my lean and let that shit dissolve

Yeah, this Choppa get to poppin'
Fuck you up and hit yo noggin
I got shooters like the rockets, you don't wanna feel this rocket
We gon pull up to yo block, now yo niggas unresponsive
You gon have to call the cops, nigga, you ain't got no option

I don't have no problems wit no niggas I don't know
They be saying I got beef, they in places I don't go
I got love for every city, nigga, that includes the O
If you wanna test yo luck, nigga, come inside my show (Brrra)

If I see you up the chop, nigga, bet we upping four
I ain't playing wit nobody, I ain't playing give and go
Oh, he said he fucked my bitch? Cool, you can have the hoe
Boy, you thinking you a monster til we turn you to a ghost (Bow)

Who the fuck you lost? I know niggas on death row
They ain't never getting out but they ain't never losing hope
See, most of all you niggas would've rather chose a rope
But my niggas ain't you niggas they gon try to make it home

Boy, I'm counting up my bag, I get pluses you get minus
I got hunnids in my bag, I ain't even tryna hide it
I don't let em get the sack, boy, I'm looking like a lineman
And yo bitch wanna smash cause she looking at my diamonds

Yeah, these records heard my last shit now they wanna sign me
Rique punch em in his lip now that nigga look like Kylie (Jenner)
I just fucked a bitch named Hannah nigga I ain't talkin' Miley
And you quick to call a pussy but you never been inside it, nigga

Hold up, counting up my money from selling purple rock
I was gone for a minute now I guess I'm not on top
Tell the dude in the lead that I'm coming for my spot (Mine)

And I don't trust these niggas cause I know they cap a lot
Gotta team full of shooters but we ain't no hooping squad
When I pull up to the court, bitch, my hand be super hot
They don't know what ima do they just know I shoot a lot

Boy, you know I got the range
From the 'Ville to la grange
I been holding in my pain, it's gon turn into my rage
I be walkin' wit my K, finna shoot up everything
Nigga, all I see is red I do not discriminate (Never)

20 On the chain or it's 20 on yo brain
I got twenty-something reasons why you'll never feel my pain
If you talking on my name then you talking on the gang
Oh, you said you want the smoke? Boy, you must've went insane

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