Admit It
They told me sit and have patience
Jumped in the game i got tied of waiting
My time is now i gotta take it
Play with the gang we give you a face lift
Diamonds hit on my wrist ain't a bracelet
I say what i say fuck how you take it
GMN the label we all gone make it
This our city y'all sked to admit it
I spin his block until i get dizzy
I put fo' niggas up with this glizzy
When it's smoke y'all niggas act busy
Call up kenny he get a nigga missing
.45 hit em and knock out his kidney
Y'all niggas bitches always tipsy
That boy was slippin' off that pink Whitney
In Atlanta got yo vibe with me
This our city why niggas be hating
Diamonds dancing like a nigga ice skating
I ain't got patience i gotta make it
Put yo' dead homie in rotation
Snap up with a dub just fo' motivation
Glock with a switch ain't got no safety
Riding with it on me ain't no hesitation
Reach for something yo' life I'm taking
I got racks on me to blow
Ar-15 and it came with a scope
SRT burning leaving smoke
If it's smoke then let me know
Niggas y'all look up to be broke
And they chasing after these hoes
Social media that shit a joke
In real life nigga you'll get exposed
They go to court and tell everything they know
Niggas rats all on the low
Or they beefin' over these hoes
That ain't yo money the plug you owe
Pull up and kick shit with my nigga Ko
Free my niggas locked down that road
If they was here we'll up that sco'
I got niggas that want me to blow
They told me sit and have patience
Jumped in the game i got tied of waiting
My time is now i gotta take it
Play with the gang we give you a face lift
Diamonds hit on my wrist ain't a bracelet
I say what i say fuck how you take it
GMN the label we all gone make it
This our city y'all sked to admit it
Every nigga claiming they with it
Bump down on em now they yellin' quit it
Catch em in traffic knock out his transmission
Too many racks can't fit in these skinny's
Put it on his head that kill i sent it
Get money nigga hell nah' Ian friendly
Every clip gotta be extended
If you want beef hell nah' we ain't ending it
They told me sit and have patience
Jumped in the game i got tied of waiting
My time is now i gotta take it
Play with the gang we give you a face lift
Diamonds hit on my wrist ain't a bracelet
I say what i say fuck how you take it
GMN the label we all gone make it
This our city y'all sked to admit it
Jumped in the game i got tied of waiting
My time is now i gotta take it
Play with the gang we give you a face lift
Diamonds hit on my wrist ain't a bracelet
I say what i say fuck how you take it
GMN the label we all gone make it
This our city y'all sked to admit it
I spin his block until i get dizzy
I put fo' niggas up with this glizzy
When it's smoke y'all niggas act busy
Call up kenny he get a nigga missing
.45 hit em and knock out his kidney
Y'all niggas bitches always tipsy
That boy was slippin' off that pink Whitney
In Atlanta got yo vibe with me
This our city why niggas be hating
Diamonds dancing like a nigga ice skating
I ain't got patience i gotta make it
Put yo' dead homie in rotation
Snap up with a dub just fo' motivation
Glock with a switch ain't got no safety
Riding with it on me ain't no hesitation
Reach for something yo' life I'm taking
I got racks on me to blow
Ar-15 and it came with a scope
SRT burning leaving smoke
If it's smoke then let me know
Niggas y'all look up to be broke
And they chasing after these hoes
Social media that shit a joke
In real life nigga you'll get exposed
They go to court and tell everything they know
Niggas rats all on the low
Or they beefin' over these hoes
That ain't yo money the plug you owe
Pull up and kick shit with my nigga Ko
Free my niggas locked down that road
If they was here we'll up that sco'
I got niggas that want me to blow
They told me sit and have patience
Jumped in the game i got tied of waiting
My time is now i gotta take it
Play with the gang we give you a face lift
Diamonds hit on my wrist ain't a bracelet
I say what i say fuck how you take it
GMN the label we all gone make it
This our city y'all sked to admit it
Every nigga claiming they with it
Bump down on em now they yellin' quit it
Catch em in traffic knock out his transmission
Too many racks can't fit in these skinny's
Put it on his head that kill i sent it
Get money nigga hell nah' Ian friendly
Every clip gotta be extended
If you want beef hell nah' we ain't ending it
They told me sit and have patience
Jumped in the game i got tied of waiting
My time is now i gotta take it
Play with the gang we give you a face lift
Diamonds hit on my wrist ain't a bracelet
I say what i say fuck how you take it
GMN the label we all gone make it
This our city y'all sked to admit it
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Writer(s): Demetrice Parker
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