Sheed Wallace

Mite think im stone
Like im herbo
Ik real gs
Donkey of the day
Cant pen that shyt on me
More than likely 3 o clock
Sliding with that biggest b
Thats dat biggest blick

Bytch went and got her gun License so i got the
Donkey of the day
Cant pen that shyt on me
More than likely 3 o clock
Sliding with that biggest b
Thats dat biggest blick
Bytch went and got her gun License so i got the biggest titts
Take them can goods
Out that cabinet standing over Shyt that dat green giant
Food make a hungry nigga turn Into a lion
Ol head dropped his case pennies
But niggas dropping dimes
Really strategic bout
Retaliation cpd be faking
Have informants do the work
And then they feed em to the Wolves like a nga rode the bench
My nga just happy he a bull
Not recruiting new members
Ngas not finna rico paid in full
We got sniper guns
But we not finna snipe yo shyt
We dont dick ride
So we dont own no bikes nd shyt
Im out dat nation nd i got some
Mob ties he playing deaf keep on Throwing gang signs
Aint talk to wooty lately missing That young nga bad
Quick to crash out on a nga
Facetime with the mag
Member that lil nga pistol played Ya gang we did em bad
56 We bang different draco Dripped in flags see dat nga Dipped in maple imma do em Bad he was a member flopping Ass nga now he trash
Disinfected man u ngas was Broke before corona
She neglected gave it to her Friend i put it on her
Treat my fans like pen pals
Told em wait for it
Big ass bullets
Causing tricks
With that skate board
Send a nga up to nasa
Did not strap em down
Defense on that team
Aint finna make it to the Touchdown call that gang for the Duty protocol black down
Opps they be shooting
Vietnam head shot
Different kinda noodles
Heard that nasa know they like He really from chattanooga
Hold Up hold up hold up hold up i got Old homies
Think im throwing shots at em
Ion play no basketball nd do not Run when i throw rock pedals
Glizzy glock better
Aint got safety on it
Dont like sharing when
U smoke u like to face it dont it
Show nd tell shyt
Not like wayne
Facing my opponents
They selling gas
For exotic fees
They say its due to the corona
Disrespect my gang
Deadbeat baby daddy
Yous a goner
Know you heard of vic novene Yes im from where that nga From blood breast feeding Ngas But aint no milk off in his drum
Spicy wit dat murder
Shyt but we gon call it red rum
But im no captain
Morgan freeman
Shyt i dont do no freebies
Bytch i dont wanna b a playa
No more sike
I never need the bytch



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Writer(s): Malcolm Ray
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