Assist
I get disrespectful on yo bloc pull up and fuck shit up
We the type to pull up to yo part fuck yo function up
Text him from a fake page set em up that nicca a ducc
But he can not ducc these hunnit shots that's gone come from us
I mix my drugs w my melodies, I got a felony
But still move this fye on me can't let em lay can't let em lay on me
A bitch that's always bringing problems is some shit that I don't need
Feel like I been playing hide n seek they low key scared of me
I can't neva lack Pussy niccas steady grieving bout they nicca but can't get em bac
I can't wait to get rich ima still be spinning out the scat
These nicca ain't no steppas why pretend ain't feeling that
Got some love fa some people wish I can take my feelings bac
Niccas do shit fa a name they ain't really got no motive
You come around then you a stain so stay away some like corona
Broski got the 23 so you a ghost you run up on em
I hate when bitches comment on my post and ion even kno em
Do my dance wit this choppa feeling I'm NLE
Posting guns ona gram but don't use em ina streets
Bitch we hopin out on feet niccas better have they skleats
We pop out when it's beef I love when my opps bleed
Break em down like a gar and roll em up like some runts
Pour a deuce in my fruit punch then get a 4 4 4 for lunch
Niccas knowing they the pray so we be out here ona hunt
Nicca ain't no one on one cause when i up it bro gone dump
We the type to pull up to yo part fuck yo function up
Text him from a fake page set em up that nicca a ducc
But he can not ducc these hunnit shots that's gone come from us
I mix my drugs w my melodies, I got a felony
But still move this fye on me can't let em lay can't let em lay on me
A bitch that's always bringing problems is some shit that I don't need
Feel like I been playing hide n seek they low key scared of me
I can't neva lack Pussy niccas steady grieving bout they nicca but can't get em bac
I can't wait to get rich ima still be spinning out the scat
These nicca ain't no steppas why pretend ain't feeling that
Got some love fa some people wish I can take my feelings bac
Niccas do shit fa a name they ain't really got no motive
You come around then you a stain so stay away some like corona
Broski got the 23 so you a ghost you run up on em
I hate when bitches comment on my post and ion even kno em
Do my dance wit this choppa feeling I'm NLE
Posting guns ona gram but don't use em ina streets
Bitch we hopin out on feet niccas better have they skleats
We pop out when it's beef I love when my opps bleed
Break em down like a gar and roll em up like some runts
Pour a deuce in my fruit punch then get a 4 4 4 for lunch
Niccas knowing they the pray so we be out here ona hunt
Nicca ain't no one on one cause when i up it bro gone dump
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Writer(s): Titus Kemp
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