Deadly
I've got some bands in my pocket
If you talking down on the gang, outta pocket
Were never stopping, we shoot like a rocket
We snatching his wallet, might put him in coffin
Fucking that bitch in the bentley
I've got the fame, you can see me on telly
Whip out the stick, when you see me it's deadly
Whip out the stick, I'mma catch me a felony
Pussy so good that I think I'mma marry her
Choppa it shoot you, it put up a barrier
All black whip and the windows is tinted
I've got a bad bitch, hold up a minute
Pop all those perks, they got me addicted
Running the game, and I'm really comitted
Catch me a body, I'm really convicted
This ain't a game, reality's scripted
Bitch this a fast car, not even rented
Game on my shoulders, I do represent it
I'm the king of my city, bow
Your bitch acting pity, bow
You ain't from the city, coward
Your bitch is still pity, sour
I've got some bands in my pocket
If you talking down on the gang, outta pocket
Were never stopping, we shoot like a rocket
We snatching his wallet, might put him in coffin
Fucking that bitch in the bentley
I've got the fame, you can see me on telly
Whip out the stick, when you see me it's deadly
Whip out the stick, I'mma catch me a felony
Pussy so good that I think I'mma marry her
Choppa it shoot you, it put up a barrier
I've got a bitch who gon come with the cash
Baby who want it? I've got it bitch, stuck in this bag
Stick with the stabs, who is you? And I'm getting it back
Fucking around, I know you ain't get attached
Buying a glock, I've got 50. Where your opps?
I'm in town, I get deadly with a opp
Fucking around, I know she gon get it slop
Looking around, I ain't really like to shop
I've got some bands in my pocket
If you talking down on the gang, outta pocket
Were never stopping, we shoot like a rocket
We snatching his wallet, might put him in coffin
Fucking that bitch in the bentley
I've got the fame, you can see me on telly
Whip out the stick, when you see me it's deadly
Whip out the stick, I'mma catch me a felony
Pussy so good that I think I'mma marry her
Choppa it shoot you, it put up a barrier
If you talking down on the gang, outta pocket
Were never stopping, we shoot like a rocket
We snatching his wallet, might put him in coffin
Fucking that bitch in the bentley
I've got the fame, you can see me on telly
Whip out the stick, when you see me it's deadly
Whip out the stick, I'mma catch me a felony
Pussy so good that I think I'mma marry her
Choppa it shoot you, it put up a barrier
All black whip and the windows is tinted
I've got a bad bitch, hold up a minute
Pop all those perks, they got me addicted
Running the game, and I'm really comitted
Catch me a body, I'm really convicted
This ain't a game, reality's scripted
Bitch this a fast car, not even rented
Game on my shoulders, I do represent it
I'm the king of my city, bow
Your bitch acting pity, bow
You ain't from the city, coward
Your bitch is still pity, sour
I've got some bands in my pocket
If you talking down on the gang, outta pocket
Were never stopping, we shoot like a rocket
We snatching his wallet, might put him in coffin
Fucking that bitch in the bentley
I've got the fame, you can see me on telly
Whip out the stick, when you see me it's deadly
Whip out the stick, I'mma catch me a felony
Pussy so good that I think I'mma marry her
Choppa it shoot you, it put up a barrier
I've got a bitch who gon come with the cash
Baby who want it? I've got it bitch, stuck in this bag
Stick with the stabs, who is you? And I'm getting it back
Fucking around, I know you ain't get attached
Buying a glock, I've got 50. Where your opps?
I'm in town, I get deadly with a opp
Fucking around, I know she gon get it slop
Looking around, I ain't really like to shop
I've got some bands in my pocket
If you talking down on the gang, outta pocket
Were never stopping, we shoot like a rocket
We snatching his wallet, might put him in coffin
Fucking that bitch in the bentley
I've got the fame, you can see me on telly
Whip out the stick, when you see me it's deadly
Whip out the stick, I'mma catch me a felony
Pussy so good that I think I'mma marry her
Choppa it shoot you, it put up a barrier
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Writer(s): Andreas Husby
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