DAME.
Yeah
For the 4
Put on for the 4
Am I wrong
Had a lot of friends
That was really really close to me
Why they switch up
Why they test their luck
Only give you one chance
Cartiers on now I see all these
Fake ass niggas who you pose to be
Run up the loot with my foot up on the gas
Nigga aint no stopping me
Yeah 1721 nigga Im on go
Grinding like Ja nigga
I just hit a switch yea Im on a row
Dealt a couple cards Ima turn it to a m
Nigga I wont fold no no
Fist up high Im on 10 toes
Aint scared of no po no no
Turn me up Jaye Hood
Shots at the range
Trained to be a killer
Yeah you know I got aim
Got a KCI pack 100 rounds
Pass it to my nigga
He gone let it bang
Charge it back reload
Try one of my kin Ima let it rain
Why these niggas capping
Yea they body a stiff
My niggas pulling up
You know they shooting like Dame
Turn this bitch into a rave
They like it how Im running
And Im jumping in the crowd
Ima put on for my mothafucking city
Yea MKE nigga we get wild
Running off octane
Im the type of nigga
That gone fight for whats mine
Drop a rose
Got a bad bitch
We like Bonnie and Clyde
Fucking with da real
I just broke da seal
Going for da kill yeah
Tryna get a mil
Got no time to chill
Grinding on da real yeah
Shawty gotta wait
Im tryna be great
Had to translate yeah
Money on my mind
I aint got da time
Im only in my prime yeah
How da fuck Im reaping all of this havoc
Got a check and Im ballin like a maverick
Use to have dreams we living lavish
Now that shit is so close
I gotta have it
Yeah my niggas for real
Twin he gone go for the kill
I got niggas in the field
Dont caught in the way
Sauce yo ass up like filet
Dont want that bitch she a jay
Yeah
Aye aye
Yeah
These niggas cant rock with me
Bad bitches on ecstasy
Trigger finger keep itching me
That nigga his body a still
Might as well write out the will
Young nigga done met his fate
They all still reside in the Mil
Shots at the range
Trained to be a killer
Yeah you know I got aim
Got a KCI pack 100 rounds
Pass it to my nigga
He gone let it bang
Charge it back reload
Try one of my kin Ima let it rain
Why these niggas capping
Yea they body a stiff
My niggas pulling up
You know they shooting like Dame
Turn this bitch into a rave
They like it how Im running
And Im jumping in the crowd
Ima put on for my mothafucking city
Yea MKE nigga we get wild
Running off octane
Im the type of nigga
That gone fight for whats mine
Drop a rose
Got a bad bitch
We like Bonnie and Clyde
For the 4
Put on for the 4
Am I wrong
Had a lot of friends
That was really really close to me
Why they switch up
Why they test their luck
Only give you one chance
Cartiers on now I see all these
Fake ass niggas who you pose to be
Run up the loot with my foot up on the gas
Nigga aint no stopping me
Yeah 1721 nigga Im on go
Grinding like Ja nigga
I just hit a switch yea Im on a row
Dealt a couple cards Ima turn it to a m
Nigga I wont fold no no
Fist up high Im on 10 toes
Aint scared of no po no no
Turn me up Jaye Hood
Shots at the range
Trained to be a killer
Yeah you know I got aim
Got a KCI pack 100 rounds
Pass it to my nigga
He gone let it bang
Charge it back reload
Try one of my kin Ima let it rain
Why these niggas capping
Yea they body a stiff
My niggas pulling up
You know they shooting like Dame
Turn this bitch into a rave
They like it how Im running
And Im jumping in the crowd
Ima put on for my mothafucking city
Yea MKE nigga we get wild
Running off octane
Im the type of nigga
That gone fight for whats mine
Drop a rose
Got a bad bitch
We like Bonnie and Clyde
Fucking with da real
I just broke da seal
Going for da kill yeah
Tryna get a mil
Got no time to chill
Grinding on da real yeah
Shawty gotta wait
Im tryna be great
Had to translate yeah
Money on my mind
I aint got da time
Im only in my prime yeah
How da fuck Im reaping all of this havoc
Got a check and Im ballin like a maverick
Use to have dreams we living lavish
Now that shit is so close
I gotta have it
Yeah my niggas for real
Twin he gone go for the kill
I got niggas in the field
Dont caught in the way
Sauce yo ass up like filet
Dont want that bitch she a jay
Yeah
Aye aye
Yeah
These niggas cant rock with me
Bad bitches on ecstasy
Trigger finger keep itching me
That nigga his body a still
Might as well write out the will
Young nigga done met his fate
They all still reside in the Mil
Shots at the range
Trained to be a killer
Yeah you know I got aim
Got a KCI pack 100 rounds
Pass it to my nigga
He gone let it bang
Charge it back reload
Try one of my kin Ima let it rain
Why these niggas capping
Yea they body a stiff
My niggas pulling up
You know they shooting like Dame
Turn this bitch into a rave
They like it how Im running
And Im jumping in the crowd
Ima put on for my mothafucking city
Yea MKE nigga we get wild
Running off octane
Im the type of nigga
That gone fight for whats mine
Drop a rose
Got a bad bitch
We like Bonnie and Clyde
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