Crash
Gang
Man turn nat shii up
Yuh
I been bout my billy bands you cant get inna that
Steady talkin like you wit it pussy bitch you been a rat
I been countin up my digits you can say im good at math
This luh bitch cant get a thing from me bitch i dont wann the cat
Pussy niggas took my brother buhh shii we play tit for tat
I been smokin on my opps so you can say this is sum pac
She addicted on my dick juss like i dipped it in sum crack
But be careful fuckin wit these hoes cuz they a getchu wacked
Talkin bout "i really love you Zayy" then stab you inna back
I been countin analyzin shit now im up in my bag
OG's say that im the chosen one bitch all i spit is facts
Born in august imma leo baby see it on my tat
If ian got the pole around me nigga know i keep a bat
I been savin stackin up the commas might blow it at saks
Ig model tryna fuck wimme shii imma pull her tracks
He a goofy thought he caught me lackin slip right thru the cracks
Think its pussy i ain dodgin shit luh nigga watch ya back
I bet this 40 have em running nigga like he onna track
Remember wit the gang in henryville was rockin hella black
I been solid all my life i think that i deserve a plaque
Moment of silence
Fatherin niggas cuh yaw need sum guidance
Im hearin the sirens
His hands in the air juss like he miley cyrus
My flow is a virus
Im singin to bitches like YK Osiris
Im the shit call me biased
Im gettin the green like a nigga was irish
Rock designer im stylish
Dont fw white girls but i love billie eillish
All deez bitches be childish
I fucked her she runnin luh baby love wildin
To the addy im slidin
Fuck to the mornin luh baby love ridin
To the money im stridin
Like i wear skates on you niggas im glidin
YEA
Im onna pedestal
I get the revenue
Smokin this gas call it medical
Deez niggas be skeptical
Clearin my vestibule
Hatin kick them out my spectacle
Nigga healthy got vegetables
Havin a festival
Yo bitch wann lick on my testicles
Niggas foul calla technical
Dissin hysterical
Fueled up my body electrical
Nigga dont get it poppin
Play crazy we sendin them shots at ya head
Niggas know that we mobbin
We poled up got blicks and they filled up wit lead
Son a nigga like robin
Im goin onna perckies im fucked off the meds
Yea a nigga juss talkin
Im tweakin forget the last thing that I said
Man turn nat shii up
Yuh
I been bout my billy bands you cant get inna that
Steady talkin like you wit it pussy bitch you been a rat
I been countin up my digits you can say im good at math
This luh bitch cant get a thing from me bitch i dont wann the cat
Pussy niggas took my brother buhh shii we play tit for tat
I been smokin on my opps so you can say this is sum pac
She addicted on my dick juss like i dipped it in sum crack
But be careful fuckin wit these hoes cuz they a getchu wacked
Talkin bout "i really love you Zayy" then stab you inna back
I been countin analyzin shit now im up in my bag
OG's say that im the chosen one bitch all i spit is facts
Born in august imma leo baby see it on my tat
If ian got the pole around me nigga know i keep a bat
I been savin stackin up the commas might blow it at saks
Ig model tryna fuck wimme shii imma pull her tracks
He a goofy thought he caught me lackin slip right thru the cracks
Think its pussy i ain dodgin shit luh nigga watch ya back
I bet this 40 have em running nigga like he onna track
Remember wit the gang in henryville was rockin hella black
I been solid all my life i think that i deserve a plaque
Moment of silence
Fatherin niggas cuh yaw need sum guidance
Im hearin the sirens
His hands in the air juss like he miley cyrus
My flow is a virus
Im singin to bitches like YK Osiris
Im the shit call me biased
Im gettin the green like a nigga was irish
Rock designer im stylish
Dont fw white girls but i love billie eillish
All deez bitches be childish
I fucked her she runnin luh baby love wildin
To the addy im slidin
Fuck to the mornin luh baby love ridin
To the money im stridin
Like i wear skates on you niggas im glidin
YEA
Im onna pedestal
I get the revenue
Smokin this gas call it medical
Deez niggas be skeptical
Clearin my vestibule
Hatin kick them out my spectacle
Nigga healthy got vegetables
Havin a festival
Yo bitch wann lick on my testicles
Niggas foul calla technical
Dissin hysterical
Fueled up my body electrical
Nigga dont get it poppin
Play crazy we sendin them shots at ya head
Niggas know that we mobbin
We poled up got blicks and they filled up wit lead
Son a nigga like robin
Im goin onna perckies im fucked off the meds
Yea a nigga juss talkin
Im tweakin forget the last thing that I said
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Writer(s): Zakarie Jackson
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