Walk In
Walk in that bitch wit the stick on me
Who want the smoke we gon shoot at ya big homie
That nigga know I got his bitch on me
Left her alone kuz my hoe bout to trip on me
I can't walk out the house unless I got the blick
Kuz a opp nigga say he put 10 on me
Call up my nigga D he say he on the way
And i know that he ain't finna switch on me
Whole lotta racks in this bitch I been ballin
Since I was a young nigga ain't never had shit
Now they playin my shit nigga I had to sleep on the floor
I ain't sleep on no mattress
If a opp say he uppin the score then I'm uppin the pole
I ain't just on no rap shit
These niggas just be out here rappin, kappin
That get you put in a caption, laughing
Know I gotta stay true to my shit
Pockets blue than a bitch like they bangin' on 60
And the opps tryna see how I live
Put that shit on my kid you gon die when this shit blow
You could die bout some money or takin my shit
I ain't shootin shit over a bitch tho
You can't tell on the gang or we gon be outside wit the shit
Tryna see where that snitch go
Into it wit us you better move out wit yo kids
These young niggas know how I live
I catch me a body, I won't get to posting bout shit
Nobody gon know what I did
I call up my niggas got 4 nem outside of yo crib
Walk out and we shootin yo shit
Load up that Glock, got 32 up in the clip
Nobody gon think I'm a lick
Gang, gang, gang, gang
They know what it is
They know we gon pop shit
You would think I'm a chef in the kitchen
Like it's Benihana I stay wit a chopstick
Heard a opp got his tool snatched by his mama
But he know he wasn't gon drop shit
You would think I'm a janitor, I wipe the block down
When I pull out the mop stick
Imma be in it forever, I came out the GOAT
And all the years later ain't shit change
You wanna know what I know, have a talk wit yo hoe
And see what's on yo bitch brain
Told my shawty these niggas be hoes
I keep me a pole, kuz these niggas been lame
And I don't give a fuck what you did, nigga
You better duck when that muhfuckin' blick aim
Walk in wit it on me
Bitch you gon die by ya lonely
Kuz niggas ain't really ya homie
They don't even know me
You wit it then you Gotta show me
Put 8 in ya chest like Kobe
That get back strong
I'm tryna see what's goin on
You try me, it's shots at ya dome
We shoot up ya home
Told her don't hit up my phone
I'm up in this bitch in the zone
Wanna talk that shit?
Nigga you want smoke?
We pull up on them niggas and pop out
Tryna say I'm a bitch
Lil bro I pulled up on yo ass
You ain't wanna rock out
How the fuck is you gang?
I told you I'm beatin' yo ass
You pullin' a Glock out
Why you say you a trapper?
Boy yo mama beatin' yo ass if you ever drop out
YBF!
Walk in wit that shit on me
Aimin' for yo head
Heard the opps say I got hits on me
Bitch I still ain't dead
How the fuck he say he slidin'
Dropped the addy, now he scared?
He ain't ridin' wit' his niggas
He get caught he turnin' fed
Diss on the gang, bitch we on some hot shit
Bring up the bag, he changin' the topic
He talkin' hot 'til lil bro get his block hit
He get to reachin', you know Imma pop shit
Lil nigga I been YBF and shit to the death
Nigga talk out his neck imma shoot like I'm Steph
Tryna earn me a stripe like a muhfuckin' ref
Nigga talkin' too hot, don't you come in my section
Bitch, young nigga keep me a weapon
Run up on me, you get hit wit' that Smith & Wesson
Ain't a opp, turn a nigga to Harden
He get to steppin'
Nigga want it, I'm gettin' TECs in
Who want the smoke we gon shoot at ya big homie
That nigga know I got his bitch on me
Left her alone kuz my hoe bout to trip on me
I can't walk out the house unless I got the blick
Kuz a opp nigga say he put 10 on me
Call up my nigga D he say he on the way
And i know that he ain't finna switch on me
Whole lotta racks in this bitch I been ballin
Since I was a young nigga ain't never had shit
Now they playin my shit nigga I had to sleep on the floor
I ain't sleep on no mattress
If a opp say he uppin the score then I'm uppin the pole
I ain't just on no rap shit
These niggas just be out here rappin, kappin
That get you put in a caption, laughing
Know I gotta stay true to my shit
Pockets blue than a bitch like they bangin' on 60
And the opps tryna see how I live
Put that shit on my kid you gon die when this shit blow
You could die bout some money or takin my shit
I ain't shootin shit over a bitch tho
You can't tell on the gang or we gon be outside wit the shit
Tryna see where that snitch go
Into it wit us you better move out wit yo kids
These young niggas know how I live
I catch me a body, I won't get to posting bout shit
Nobody gon know what I did
I call up my niggas got 4 nem outside of yo crib
Walk out and we shootin yo shit
Load up that Glock, got 32 up in the clip
Nobody gon think I'm a lick
Gang, gang, gang, gang
They know what it is
They know we gon pop shit
You would think I'm a chef in the kitchen
Like it's Benihana I stay wit a chopstick
Heard a opp got his tool snatched by his mama
But he know he wasn't gon drop shit
You would think I'm a janitor, I wipe the block down
When I pull out the mop stick
Imma be in it forever, I came out the GOAT
And all the years later ain't shit change
You wanna know what I know, have a talk wit yo hoe
And see what's on yo bitch brain
Told my shawty these niggas be hoes
I keep me a pole, kuz these niggas been lame
And I don't give a fuck what you did, nigga
You better duck when that muhfuckin' blick aim
Walk in wit it on me
Bitch you gon die by ya lonely
Kuz niggas ain't really ya homie
They don't even know me
You wit it then you Gotta show me
Put 8 in ya chest like Kobe
That get back strong
I'm tryna see what's goin on
You try me, it's shots at ya dome
We shoot up ya home
Told her don't hit up my phone
I'm up in this bitch in the zone
Wanna talk that shit?
Nigga you want smoke?
We pull up on them niggas and pop out
Tryna say I'm a bitch
Lil bro I pulled up on yo ass
You ain't wanna rock out
How the fuck is you gang?
I told you I'm beatin' yo ass
You pullin' a Glock out
Why you say you a trapper?
Boy yo mama beatin' yo ass if you ever drop out
YBF!
Walk in wit that shit on me
Aimin' for yo head
Heard the opps say I got hits on me
Bitch I still ain't dead
How the fuck he say he slidin'
Dropped the addy, now he scared?
He ain't ridin' wit' his niggas
He get caught he turnin' fed
Diss on the gang, bitch we on some hot shit
Bring up the bag, he changin' the topic
He talkin' hot 'til lil bro get his block hit
He get to reachin', you know Imma pop shit
Lil nigga I been YBF and shit to the death
Nigga talk out his neck imma shoot like I'm Steph
Tryna earn me a stripe like a muhfuckin' ref
Nigga talkin' too hot, don't you come in my section
Bitch, young nigga keep me a weapon
Run up on me, you get hit wit' that Smith & Wesson
Ain't a opp, turn a nigga to Harden
He get to steppin'
Nigga want it, I'm gettin' TECs in
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