Back in Blood (feat. OTRShizz)
We killed they homie they ain't slide I thought that was your blood
They diss my homie so we sliding fill his ass with slugs
These niggas pussy on the net acting like they thugs
They cuff these bitches but she gonna fuck me cause I sold her drugs
I'm her favorite trapper
Plus her favorite rapper
Heard she tryna line me, I'ma have to smack her
No I'm not lacker
I'm a pistol packer
Bout my green no packers
I'm a pistol packer
You said that homie
Why you ain't slide for cous
Get in back in blood
Do what you say you was
You say you a thug
Ratting to the judge
You get wet no sponge
I might pull her bob
Pull up in her job
Pull up in the lot
Watch a nigga robbed
Watch me clock this Glock
This a crazy story, boy I feel like Von
I heard that he hiding pull up to his lawn
This ain't Call Of Duty pull up to your spawn
This ain't black ops, I got black ops
This is cops and robbers wait, they playing cops
Once they man got shot they ain't on they block
Say how my ops be rappers
They favorite my cappers
If you dissing me, bet ya ass see Casper
Don't let ya homie gas you up
Before we gas you up
We in the cut, we loadin up
We heard that it's ups
We killed they homie they ain't slide I thought that was blood
they diss my homie so we sliding fill ya ass with slugs
These niggas pussy on the net acting like they thugs
They cuff these bitches but she gon fuck me cause I sold her drugs
This shit will go critical
I'm smoking dead niggas
In traffic got one in the head
Just drafted my shooter
He move with a ruler
He aim at his top he ain't hitting no legs
Ain't popping no perky, I'm gone off the xan
We put him right up top, when we slid out the van
Lil chapo got hit in his shit, mix it with the Lump
Get back for them niggas that dead
Can't end up a vicky, this shit will get wicked
I'm moving, you know I'm keeping my led
I know them niggas ain't gon slide for they manz
GG on me hit em right in his in head
Kawhy he with me, my homie get busy
Let's get it
Won't hesitate to let it blam
Mir gon get us out the jam
Glizzy knock em out his timbs
We killed they homie they ain't slide I thought that was blood
They diss my homie so we sliding fill his ass with slugs
These niggas pussy on the net acting like they thugs
They cuff these bitches but she gonna fuck me cause I sold her drugs
I'm her favorite trapper
Plus her favorite rapper
Heard she tryna line me, I'ma have to smack her
No I'm not lacker
I'm a pistol packer
Bout my green no packers
I'm a pistol packer
They diss my homie so we sliding fill his ass with slugs
These niggas pussy on the net acting like they thugs
They cuff these bitches but she gonna fuck me cause I sold her drugs
I'm her favorite trapper
Plus her favorite rapper
Heard she tryna line me, I'ma have to smack her
No I'm not lacker
I'm a pistol packer
Bout my green no packers
I'm a pistol packer
You said that homie
Why you ain't slide for cous
Get in back in blood
Do what you say you was
You say you a thug
Ratting to the judge
You get wet no sponge
I might pull her bob
Pull up in her job
Pull up in the lot
Watch a nigga robbed
Watch me clock this Glock
This a crazy story, boy I feel like Von
I heard that he hiding pull up to his lawn
This ain't Call Of Duty pull up to your spawn
This ain't black ops, I got black ops
This is cops and robbers wait, they playing cops
Once they man got shot they ain't on they block
Say how my ops be rappers
They favorite my cappers
If you dissing me, bet ya ass see Casper
Don't let ya homie gas you up
Before we gas you up
We in the cut, we loadin up
We heard that it's ups
We killed they homie they ain't slide I thought that was blood
they diss my homie so we sliding fill ya ass with slugs
These niggas pussy on the net acting like they thugs
They cuff these bitches but she gon fuck me cause I sold her drugs
This shit will go critical
I'm smoking dead niggas
In traffic got one in the head
Just drafted my shooter
He move with a ruler
He aim at his top he ain't hitting no legs
Ain't popping no perky, I'm gone off the xan
We put him right up top, when we slid out the van
Lil chapo got hit in his shit, mix it with the Lump
Get back for them niggas that dead
Can't end up a vicky, this shit will get wicked
I'm moving, you know I'm keeping my led
I know them niggas ain't gon slide for they manz
GG on me hit em right in his in head
Kawhy he with me, my homie get busy
Let's get it
Won't hesitate to let it blam
Mir gon get us out the jam
Glizzy knock em out his timbs
We killed they homie they ain't slide I thought that was blood
They diss my homie so we sliding fill his ass with slugs
These niggas pussy on the net acting like they thugs
They cuff these bitches but she gonna fuck me cause I sold her drugs
I'm her favorite trapper
Plus her favorite rapper
Heard she tryna line me, I'ma have to smack her
No I'm not lacker
I'm a pistol packer
Bout my green no packers
I'm a pistol packer
Credits
Writer(s): Kawah Tingba
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