Shhh !

On God fuck what you living like
Plenty days I had to stay down and grind till I got it right
Long as it is pape to be made don't plan on getting sleep at night
When it come to pape want the whole thang bitch I don't need a slice
Lately I been off in my bag it like I jus can't miss
Practice it make perfect thats how you get an insane wrist
Lil Bitch mad i don't want cuff her ma we both know that I ain't shit
Nigga's swear they down to walk but we both know u ain't gone flame shit
Wanna learn the dripp gotta pay a fee for to demonstrate
Hoes be like whats wrong wit you
Oh I'm cool, this hear jus my business face
Landed hop up in the skirrt treat it like I'm up in a race
Run me up the face bitch I stack the face and I spend the face
Fuck everybody get pape yeah on god thats just how I feel today
Leave up out the crib this shit on me yeah it jus spilt away
Ice up on my chest you'll think the muahfucka feeling pain
When it come to pape I'm on point jus like fingers in a ring
Pop the seal an pour it up damn I jus wanna fill the drank
Don't Smoke that sandwich bag shit this here sealed this exotic strains
Ran it up found my own lane cause my day 1's start actin strange
It ain't no trusting me shit gone get ugly nigga I need all my revenge
Give a fuck bout who fuck wit me don't need no company
Nigga I ain't never need no friends
What i'm gone do today it ain't up for debate
I'm a get off my ass and go run up these Ben's
Aye
I'm a get off my ass and go run up these Ben's

Extra lovely this za taste bitch i'm smoking London Pound Cake
Did a 100 in the charge smoking GG4 to the face
Tap the gas watch that bitch slide like i'm in the ring on some skates
Hit the gas hear that bitch roar hoes was choosing seen it in they face
All that talk that shit be cap niggas don't do shit
Ain't no trying or no lacking that rod broom stick
Wrist activity bitch yeah I ball like end off pool stick
Back when we was jit's we did sum shhh I gotta keep hush
Mandatory grinding daily till me and gvng feet up
Fuck sum liquor nigga getting sum pape it get me T'd up
Lick's that phone they use to beat up
Flagged us down soon as the seen us

I been living on the move call up a bad hoe, come and clean up
Yo wrist mean but my wrist meaner
Can't hang around me you ain't no demon
Mo to the face it got me leaning
Step to close might get to swinging
Zaza loud like that shit singing
Fuck that petty buster hustling sitting round hoping and wishing
Antisocial plus its covid bitch back up please social distance
Fuck that petty buster hustling sitting round hoping and wishing
Antisocial plus its covid bitch back up please social distance



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Writer(s): Antonio Mcneezer
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