Tha Intro
Tell em meet me at the scrimmage line
We on tha field send that work pass the city line
I'm bout to run for Mayor yeah bitch the city mine
Fuck a race I already pass the finish line
Neighbors counting shots He let it ring 20 times
They yelling Big Bad Wolf blow tha house down
Huff and puff on that Opp Pack and spin around
Push em out of bounds then we ran em out of town
Big drum on dis bitch You'll get every round
Shhh I don't want to hear a sound let that bag talk
Niggas acting like they steppin let that mag walk
Shit talking on the gram got your mans chalked
Come and pick your mans up we trying to get this bag off
Aint gotta ask dog if it's raw ain't no fent on it
You know we sliding in dem rentals put the tint on it
Two tone on my wrist spent over ten on it
Niggas looking bad wander who they big homie
He ain't put You on no play He ain't neva pitch nothing
When You went behind that wall He ain't neva send none
Niggas cap tell em quit fronting
Keep it 100
I can sell You this dope but I cannot front it
Niggas ran off but they ain't make it far running
Fell in that quicksand from that kick stand
Heard they want me dead better send they best man
Southpaw I'ma swing this bitch with my left hand
Sherwin-Williams paint the street like a artist
Alley oop it to my dog like a Globetrotter
Put that cutter to Ya butter blow straight through it
Wilt Chamberlain that bitch nigga keep shooting
You ain't gotta talk bout if You really do it
Ain't got ask where to get it if You really move it
Baby good with her head she my best student
Don't try to pack Your shit and leave bitch You ain't stupid
Who got You walking around ice out in that cuban
Took You out of citi trend put You in that Gucci
Told You that I was Gangsta but You played goofy
Bitch I ain't neva been pressed over coochie
I embrace the streets and hug the block
I love the beef I hug the glock
We ain't anti-peace but fuck The Opps
All it take is 5 bands to put em in a box
The dope tan like it took a sun bath
Soon as it dry it up I'ma slang the whole slab
Trapping up the Ave
Got the people on my aas
Do the dash in this 6.1
Sell dope for life or rap nigga which one
Because you can't do both You gotta pick one
My lil niggas trying to zip some
Hope You ready when that blitz come
Told em walk em down We don't do no hit and runs
Catch em lacking in traffic this ain't no accident
Can't even rob these niggas cause they ain't having shit
I was scalin up the weight my Bae was baggin it
Don't wanna see Us in that bag again
We on tha field send that work pass the city line
I'm bout to run for Mayor yeah bitch the city mine
Fuck a race I already pass the finish line
Neighbors counting shots He let it ring 20 times
They yelling Big Bad Wolf blow tha house down
Huff and puff on that Opp Pack and spin around
Push em out of bounds then we ran em out of town
Big drum on dis bitch You'll get every round
Shhh I don't want to hear a sound let that bag talk
Niggas acting like they steppin let that mag walk
Shit talking on the gram got your mans chalked
Come and pick your mans up we trying to get this bag off
Aint gotta ask dog if it's raw ain't no fent on it
You know we sliding in dem rentals put the tint on it
Two tone on my wrist spent over ten on it
Niggas looking bad wander who they big homie
He ain't put You on no play He ain't neva pitch nothing
When You went behind that wall He ain't neva send none
Niggas cap tell em quit fronting
Keep it 100
I can sell You this dope but I cannot front it
Niggas ran off but they ain't make it far running
Fell in that quicksand from that kick stand
Heard they want me dead better send they best man
Southpaw I'ma swing this bitch with my left hand
Sherwin-Williams paint the street like a artist
Alley oop it to my dog like a Globetrotter
Put that cutter to Ya butter blow straight through it
Wilt Chamberlain that bitch nigga keep shooting
You ain't gotta talk bout if You really do it
Ain't got ask where to get it if You really move it
Baby good with her head she my best student
Don't try to pack Your shit and leave bitch You ain't stupid
Who got You walking around ice out in that cuban
Took You out of citi trend put You in that Gucci
Told You that I was Gangsta but You played goofy
Bitch I ain't neva been pressed over coochie
I embrace the streets and hug the block
I love the beef I hug the glock
We ain't anti-peace but fuck The Opps
All it take is 5 bands to put em in a box
The dope tan like it took a sun bath
Soon as it dry it up I'ma slang the whole slab
Trapping up the Ave
Got the people on my aas
Do the dash in this 6.1
Sell dope for life or rap nigga which one
Because you can't do both You gotta pick one
My lil niggas trying to zip some
Hope You ready when that blitz come
Told em walk em down We don't do no hit and runs
Catch em lacking in traffic this ain't no accident
Can't even rob these niggas cause they ain't having shit
I was scalin up the weight my Bae was baggin it
Don't wanna see Us in that bag again
Credits
Writer(s): Jabril Aleem
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