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Look, run up on me you gone die
My shooter he like twelve come from hell catching homicide
If I say "my brother" you my brother I ain't gotta lie
He gone be a dead man walking if a nigga try
Look, we gone roll him in that 3.5
I just want a bitch that like to smoke and ride on Lake Shore Drive
I just want a bitch that want some soul ties like Major Nine
Sike bitch ion even want no fucking soul ties
I don't love these bitches I just fuck em pass em to my guys
All these bitches talking like they real, but they really lies
Gotta watch yo homie niggas shiesty better recognize
Niggas really bitches stay put up they don't even come outside
They don't really fuck with the guys
Niggas be fake in disguise
Ion even be surprised
Gang keep ninas when they slide
Look, bitch I'm dripped up in the latest fashion rockin' Saint Davaun
Nigga fuck that Saint Laurent I be balling like LeBron
My cousin up in jail telling crazy stories like King Von
That shit just so crazy when he got locked up he ain't get no bond
For a while now I did this rapping shit just for fun
Now I do it for funds
Niggas see me they gone run
When I heard the news about my uncle that shit left me numb
Bitches tryna run they game on me, lil bitch I ain't dumb
Niggas out here starting internet beef, niggas ain't really on nun
They ain't even on a crumb we got some shit make you run with ya gun
My shooter he like twelve come from hell catching homicide
If I say "my brother" you my brother I ain't gotta lie
He gone be a dead man walking if a nigga try
Look, we gone roll him in that 3.5
I just want a bitch that like to smoke and ride on Lake Shore Drive
I just want a bitch that want some soul ties like Major Nine
Sike bitch ion even want no fucking soul ties
I don't love these bitches I just fuck em pass em to my guys
All these bitches talking like they real, but they really lies
Gotta watch yo homie niggas shiesty better recognize
Niggas really bitches stay put up they don't even come outside
They don't really fuck with the guys
Niggas be fake in disguise
Ion even be surprised
Gang keep ninas when they slide
Look, bitch I'm dripped up in the latest fashion rockin' Saint Davaun
Nigga fuck that Saint Laurent I be balling like LeBron
My cousin up in jail telling crazy stories like King Von
That shit just so crazy when he got locked up he ain't get no bond
For a while now I did this rapping shit just for fun
Now I do it for funds
Niggas see me they gone run
When I heard the news about my uncle that shit left me numb
Bitches tryna run they game on me, lil bitch I ain't dumb
Niggas out here starting internet beef, niggas ain't really on nun
They ain't even on a crumb we got some shit make you run with ya gun
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Writer(s): Jalen Cameron
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