Knock Down Trees
Aye DLB that's you? DLB Productions
2 glocks like Jordan, they both 23's
2-2-3 shit knock down trees
I'm smoking grade A but I fuck with BIG B
30 bands in my bag, I got that shit out da mud
I got that shit out da streets
Cold heart, so I stay with my heat
You don't want war, I bring it where you sleep
Salvage like 21, I don't want peace
I from the jungle, I'm still in the jungle
I feel like predator, I leave ya ass hung up
Bitch I done came up, I ain't from da come up
He talking bout 20 bands but it ain't nothing
I take them bands and hide it like its drug money
Drums on the glock, I'm ready you can come for me
Running up money but nah I don't run from nothing
You celebrating but ain't done nothing
Big ol stacks no 1's in it
I don't even fuck with 10's or 20's
Big ol bank this shit don't fold
But you say I'm penny pitching
Brand new stick and that shit fold
That shit folding and it bend like my bitches
Brand new whip I ain't even drove
I got a chauffeur drive me through the city
Glock got a laser I aim at your nose
Keep one in that neck, I put one in yo fitted
These niggas pussy, I swear dat they hoes
He talk a big game but I know he ain't wit it
Gen5 glock, got a cinnamon roll
Put that 30 away nd I got me a 50
I'm a get my shit back if my shit done got stole
I'm a leave holes in somebody children
I'm a walking lick two guns like John Wick ready to off some shit
The price on his head I brought that shit
I'm with that action not with talking shit
2 glocks like Jordan, they both 23's
2-2-3 shit knock down trees
I'm smoking grade A but I fuck wit BB
30 bands in my bag, I got that shit out da mud
I got that shit out da streets
Cold heart, so I stay with my heat
You don't want war, I bring it where you sleep
Salvage like 21, I don't want peace
I from the jungle, I'm still in the jungle
I feel like predator, I leave ya ass hung up
Bitch I done came up, I ain't from da come up
Be talking bout 20 bands but it ain't nothing
I take them bands and hide it like its drug money
Drums on the glock, I'm ready you can come for me
Running up money but nah I don't run from nothing
Celebrating but ain't done nothing
Big ol stacks no 1's in it
NJB
JianiBGreat Ent.
2 glocks like Jordan, they both 23's
2-2-3 shit knock down trees
I'm smoking grade A but I fuck with BIG B
30 bands in my bag, I got that shit out da mud
I got that shit out da streets
Cold heart, so I stay with my heat
You don't want war, I bring it where you sleep
Salvage like 21, I don't want peace
I from the jungle, I'm still in the jungle
I feel like predator, I leave ya ass hung up
Bitch I done came up, I ain't from da come up
He talking bout 20 bands but it ain't nothing
I take them bands and hide it like its drug money
Drums on the glock, I'm ready you can come for me
Running up money but nah I don't run from nothing
You celebrating but ain't done nothing
Big ol stacks no 1's in it
I don't even fuck with 10's or 20's
Big ol bank this shit don't fold
But you say I'm penny pitching
Brand new stick and that shit fold
That shit folding and it bend like my bitches
Brand new whip I ain't even drove
I got a chauffeur drive me through the city
Glock got a laser I aim at your nose
Keep one in that neck, I put one in yo fitted
These niggas pussy, I swear dat they hoes
He talk a big game but I know he ain't wit it
Gen5 glock, got a cinnamon roll
Put that 30 away nd I got me a 50
I'm a get my shit back if my shit done got stole
I'm a leave holes in somebody children
I'm a walking lick two guns like John Wick ready to off some shit
The price on his head I brought that shit
I'm with that action not with talking shit
2 glocks like Jordan, they both 23's
2-2-3 shit knock down trees
I'm smoking grade A but I fuck wit BB
30 bands in my bag, I got that shit out da mud
I got that shit out da streets
Cold heart, so I stay with my heat
You don't want war, I bring it where you sleep
Salvage like 21, I don't want peace
I from the jungle, I'm still in the jungle
I feel like predator, I leave ya ass hung up
Bitch I done came up, I ain't from da come up
Be talking bout 20 bands but it ain't nothing
I take them bands and hide it like its drug money
Drums on the glock, I'm ready you can come for me
Running up money but nah I don't run from nothing
Celebrating but ain't done nothing
Big ol stacks no 1's in it
NJB
JianiBGreat Ent.
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