Like 2 Pac
Small nigga kept a Glock like I'm Tupac
Junkie drive the whip we hop
Have a shoot out
Wishing I pick up da phone and wat RU BOUT
My nigga dead they ain't gone
They on the roof now
He say he turnt up In that bitch and they swoop down
I'm tryna pull up like a ghost baby
Baby couped out
On my way to parioni
In dis new gevanchiy
The Bitches want me
Demons hunt me
I grew up wit zombies
And I got bars like a monkey
Play bananas drumming
Check my aura read my tarot
I'm in punta gorda
Pick my food from off da trees
Dat shit fresh to order
My block chaotic
Dey in dyer need of of some order
But Dey on rig amortis
And putting dicking in niggs daughters
From Da tip of Tennessee to California Georgia
Dey Gone feel me like Im putting something in Dey water
Mama taught me patience
But Streets taught me take
Sun gazing
Eyes slanted like a Asia
Bug blunts of za blazing
Stepping out dat box Dey put me in
To Witness GOD greatness
Stepping out wit Glocks dat let off 6
Like I spawned satan
Let me drop my drip and pop my shit
Since all yAll faking
Give em da verbatim
let's update em Dey awaken
Ain't really bout no paper we just using dat for payments
Ima still need dat sack doe so first let's get dat straighted
Young nigga from that bottom wit that Choppa come to wake em
Small nigga kept a Glock like I'm Tupac
Let Junkie drive the whip we hop
Have a shoot out
Wishing I pick up the phone and wat RU BOUT
My niggas dead they ain't gone they on the roof now
Small nigga kept a Glock like I'm Tupac
Let Junkie drive the whip we hop
Have a shoot out
Wishing I pick up the phone and wat RU BOUT
I'm tryna pull up in that ghost baby couped out
Wen in pull up in dat six
It's gone make they stomach sick
And we started off from shit
Now we the shit, ain't dat some shit
We gone Prosper ova dis
the obstacles they don't exist
the opposition rest in piss
While we flying out Dey bitch
(It's da GodBody)
My niggas living they ain't dead
Memories stuck in my head
QP flamed up in red
My nigga Neva scared
Wen we got jammed wat you said?
I got the bond fuck the bread
I put dem demons on Dey head
THEY LET US OUT NIGGA
Small nigga kept a Glock like I'm Tupac
Let Junkie drive the whip we hop
Have a shoot out
Wishing I pick up the phone and wat RU BOUT
My niggas dead they ain't gone they on the roof now
Small nigga kept a Glock like I'm Tupac
Let Junkie drive da whip we hop
Have a shoot out
Wishing I pick up the phone and wat RU BOUT
I'm tryna pull up in that ghost baby couped out
(Wooooo)
Junkie drive the whip we hop
Have a shoot out
Wishing I pick up da phone and wat RU BOUT
My nigga dead they ain't gone
They on the roof now
He say he turnt up In that bitch and they swoop down
I'm tryna pull up like a ghost baby
Baby couped out
On my way to parioni
In dis new gevanchiy
The Bitches want me
Demons hunt me
I grew up wit zombies
And I got bars like a monkey
Play bananas drumming
Check my aura read my tarot
I'm in punta gorda
Pick my food from off da trees
Dat shit fresh to order
My block chaotic
Dey in dyer need of of some order
But Dey on rig amortis
And putting dicking in niggs daughters
From Da tip of Tennessee to California Georgia
Dey Gone feel me like Im putting something in Dey water
Mama taught me patience
But Streets taught me take
Sun gazing
Eyes slanted like a Asia
Bug blunts of za blazing
Stepping out dat box Dey put me in
To Witness GOD greatness
Stepping out wit Glocks dat let off 6
Like I spawned satan
Let me drop my drip and pop my shit
Since all yAll faking
Give em da verbatim
let's update em Dey awaken
Ain't really bout no paper we just using dat for payments
Ima still need dat sack doe so first let's get dat straighted
Young nigga from that bottom wit that Choppa come to wake em
Small nigga kept a Glock like I'm Tupac
Let Junkie drive the whip we hop
Have a shoot out
Wishing I pick up the phone and wat RU BOUT
My niggas dead they ain't gone they on the roof now
Small nigga kept a Glock like I'm Tupac
Let Junkie drive the whip we hop
Have a shoot out
Wishing I pick up the phone and wat RU BOUT
I'm tryna pull up in that ghost baby couped out
Wen in pull up in dat six
It's gone make they stomach sick
And we started off from shit
Now we the shit, ain't dat some shit
We gone Prosper ova dis
the obstacles they don't exist
the opposition rest in piss
While we flying out Dey bitch
(It's da GodBody)
My niggas living they ain't dead
Memories stuck in my head
QP flamed up in red
My nigga Neva scared
Wen we got jammed wat you said?
I got the bond fuck the bread
I put dem demons on Dey head
THEY LET US OUT NIGGA
Small nigga kept a Glock like I'm Tupac
Let Junkie drive the whip we hop
Have a shoot out
Wishing I pick up the phone and wat RU BOUT
My niggas dead they ain't gone they on the roof now
Small nigga kept a Glock like I'm Tupac
Let Junkie drive da whip we hop
Have a shoot out
Wishing I pick up the phone and wat RU BOUT
I'm tryna pull up in that ghost baby couped out
(Wooooo)
Credits
Writer(s): Joseph Brooks
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