816: THE MO

Bitch I'm going round for round like a fight
Niggas ballin' put yo money on some dice
Keep a K cause nigga y'all cannot fight
Niggas get to trippin' get 'em gone by tonight

An I can't never love a bitch cause she fuck with the ops
Fuck On that bitch then let her go cause I heard she a bop
She gon keep playin wit the tip got her weak in the spot
The pussy nigga feeling bad his chick text me a lot
She in my crib my neighbor caught me was leaving the spot
Her bd text while I'm controlling She pleading don't stop
Goofy nigga goofy nigga post pictures with prop
An once it's smoke up in the air ain't no reason to stop

Bitch I'm going round for round like a fight
Niggas ballin' put yo money on some dice
Keep a K cause nigga y'all cannot fight
Niggas get to trippin' get 'em gone by tonight

Put that pressure on a nigga he begging to stop
Asking questions bout a body he telling the cops
And if he snitching on the gang I put one his top
Nigga run on me and I bet I won't flop

One up top riding cocked for the show down
He handed me a half I up me heat I need the whole ounce
Niggas really bitches so skate off y'all need to roll bounce
Killa City be the illest city check the body count
Smoke a wood while I'm smoking with my kenfolk
Robbed em' for shit and I still got it what you mad for
Jay Dough in the cut tell my young nigga to kick door
Hardest nigga out so better peep the damn flow
In the trap off exotic peeping though the blinds
Blocked her number keep on calling got her off my line
Four Glocks' this shit lookin like some foreplay
Niggas dick riding think it's coo so y'all are gay
Gang in here we won't fold can't come are way
He got lashed he scared his plug he gotta repay
Bitch we slapping they gone put this one on replay
I need a P of everything let me call Jose

Bro got cookies by the pound so bitch who really want it
An I can't argue wit no nigga hit my duggie on em'
Just did the dash got off the pack an he really on it
Kem put Vellie onna track, let's see who really want it
Bitch who really want it

She sucking dick I'm in her mouth just like an orthodontist
Tell the feds get off my dick I'm a fucking artist
I let Sean know we gone make it gotta keep my promise
I believe in getting even got me turning heartless
If I ever miss a shot bitch I'm bending back
You can't have no dead weight ain't no piggy backs
Give a nigga shots then skip town like I skipped class
Gang like where the hoes at
Catch a nigga slipping at the light where yo bros at
Ima catch a body since I can't get my bro back
How you twenty one and you ain't never seen five racks
Nigga lame he only touch pape' when he file his taxes
Sippin' lean got me mover than Molasses
Come and drive the boat little bitch you can be the captain
Got some shit in the vault naw I ain't cappin'
Naw I ain't cappin'



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Writer(s): Lovelle Williamson
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