Portland

These guns blaze, we shoot em like portland
Before we got there bitch they know how we coming
We doing wholesale, we don't break it down come get you a onion
I cannot go back to jail I don't take the gun, I only take the money
We call it playa, I ain't cuffing no bitch, I ain't dropping no dime on no nigga
Ride with my guys and they got them sticks so I'm putting that bitch in the middle
He came with the wood on the K, he saying his grace, I hope it don't give me a splinter
I slap a fan in the face, he getting to close, I swear that I'm still one of them nigga niggas

I'm in lenox, I got the ratchet
Ride through the mail, I get the package
Fuck that ho, that ho ain't nun
Fucked on her friend, she was went she was running
We got them sticks and we upping the score
We catch them niggas, we making em fold
I be with niggas they doing the most
I pop this shit I'ma rock out fasho
Fuck bout this niggas, turn 'em to ghost
Fuck bout the hoes, fuck on the low
He drop a post and we taking his soul
If he say it's up then we giving him smoke
Dicks in them glizzys we ride with em loaded
Cooling on the K, I can shoot it for the longest
Take em on a chase got too much on me
I see it in his face he a ho and he know it
Why the fuck his whole gang just fill up with holes
What the fuck you mean why I'm riding round with these poles
Treating these niggas like hoes, they getting exposed, we got em blowed
I'ma just stay in my lane, I stick to Omertà, I won't break the code

These guns blaze, we shoot em like portland
Before we got there bitch they know how we coming
We doing wholesale, we don't break it down come get you a onion
I cannot go back to jail I don't take the gun, I only take the money
We call it playa, I ain't cuffing no bitch, I ain't dropping no dime on no nigga
Ride with my guys and they got them sticks so I'm putting that bitch in the middle
He came with the wood on the K, he saying his grace, I hope it don't give me a splinter
I slap a fan in the face, he getting too close, I swear that I'm still one of them nigga niggas

Damn I fucked em both oh well
She tryna ride it like 4 wheel
He played them games he didn't know better
Shot hit his arm I give out the cold shoulder
She tried to stay but she got to go home
I made the play, I tell em go long
If nine tre up that fye he gone buss em and if we slimed em out it's fuck em
R.I.P. David I know that you watching me, I'm staying prayed up
I know some niggas that say that they balling but they some fakers
Young niggas tryna get ranked up
I leave his ass in the closet on hangers
These niggas really some strangers
Play with this shit and I'm making em famous

These guns blaze, we shoot em like portland
Before we got there bitch they know how we coming
We doing wholesale, we don't break it down come get you a onion
I cannot go back to jail I don't take the gun, I only take the money



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Writer(s): Deion Ross
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