HalfTime (Intro)
Niggas be turning to hoes over bitches
That's why I move different they don't see the vision
Be pillow talking man that's too close to snitching
Hop out and split em don't care who there wit em
Gotta separate my self we ain't on the same page
I be ready to ball like Dwayne wade
Y'all be ready to gossip stay bringing up lame names
Or just watching face bitch that's the same thing
Man I still got some niggas in chain gangs
Or niggas that's under the dirt
So I can't play ya game how tf do that work
Cause I know if I do then my bruddas gone hurt
Late at night with them choppas my ooters gone lurk
They ready to put these fuck niggas on shirts
No they don't need no dope in they system or perkz
They gone hop out that Beamer and let that blick twerk like
Uh we keep blickas with ladders we tact wih it
Yeah he quiet Lil bitch cause he strapped with it
Fuck a vest bitch that 40 glock clap fitteds
Please don't send me no text less it's apps with It
Only get in my bag when it's racks in it
Ima fuck on that bitch she got ass plenty
12 on me since I swerved in that last renty
I know niggas that's woppin and Hurkin
Glock on em lurkin it pop wit no perky
He drop that's 4 certain see a opp with
A thot on the block we gone murk em
I'm like durk in his birkin try to plot it ain't working
Man these niggas all closed curtains
He a character the boy Steve ircle
Man the gang all 1 in this circle
You show love to ya dawg he might hurt you
Yeah on my soul bitch I'm poppin
Everytime I wake up swear I'm locked in
Red and blue In this cup like the cops in
From the bottom no wonder she toppin
You would think the feens Kodak I serve em they bumpin
Matter fact it's the strap when I up it it's flockin
These niggas be broke it be pleas that they coppin
My side bitch always order she know we ain't shopping
Manuver with caution uh
Young nigga turned to some bosses
We value winning cause we took some losses uh
So many niggas done crossed us
We learned by our self and that shit could've cost us uh
I thank God cause he blessed us with offers
That's why I don't think twice if he funny i off em uh
These niggas be slimes and belong in a faucet uh
I lost my grandma and aint been the same
Why it's always ya people that bring you ya pain
Am I crazy for having these thoughts in my brain
Ain't no game don't take drugs pray I don't go insane
People speak on my name and don't know what I been through
Swear my skin made a bricks and my heart is a igloo
Barely cry I be using the Za as my tissue
Where I'm from when they fw you they usually diss you
That's why I move different they don't see the vision
Be pillow talking man that's too close to snitching
Hop out and split em don't care who there wit em
Gotta separate my self we ain't on the same page
I be ready to ball like Dwayne wade
Y'all be ready to gossip stay bringing up lame names
Or just watching face bitch that's the same thing
Man I still got some niggas in chain gangs
Or niggas that's under the dirt
So I can't play ya game how tf do that work
Cause I know if I do then my bruddas gone hurt
Late at night with them choppas my ooters gone lurk
They ready to put these fuck niggas on shirts
No they don't need no dope in they system or perkz
They gone hop out that Beamer and let that blick twerk like
Uh we keep blickas with ladders we tact wih it
Yeah he quiet Lil bitch cause he strapped with it
Fuck a vest bitch that 40 glock clap fitteds
Please don't send me no text less it's apps with It
Only get in my bag when it's racks in it
Ima fuck on that bitch she got ass plenty
12 on me since I swerved in that last renty
I know niggas that's woppin and Hurkin
Glock on em lurkin it pop wit no perky
He drop that's 4 certain see a opp with
A thot on the block we gone murk em
I'm like durk in his birkin try to plot it ain't working
Man these niggas all closed curtains
He a character the boy Steve ircle
Man the gang all 1 in this circle
You show love to ya dawg he might hurt you
Yeah on my soul bitch I'm poppin
Everytime I wake up swear I'm locked in
Red and blue In this cup like the cops in
From the bottom no wonder she toppin
You would think the feens Kodak I serve em they bumpin
Matter fact it's the strap when I up it it's flockin
These niggas be broke it be pleas that they coppin
My side bitch always order she know we ain't shopping
Manuver with caution uh
Young nigga turned to some bosses
We value winning cause we took some losses uh
So many niggas done crossed us
We learned by our self and that shit could've cost us uh
I thank God cause he blessed us with offers
That's why I don't think twice if he funny i off em uh
These niggas be slimes and belong in a faucet uh
I lost my grandma and aint been the same
Why it's always ya people that bring you ya pain
Am I crazy for having these thoughts in my brain
Ain't no game don't take drugs pray I don't go insane
People speak on my name and don't know what I been through
Swear my skin made a bricks and my heart is a igloo
Barely cry I be using the Za as my tissue
Where I'm from when they fw you they usually diss you
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Writer(s): Tyise Garrett
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