Letterman
Yean nigga
I dont need a
I can do it by myself
I dont need a deal
I got my own money over here
Ten bands in the joggy's I aint have to wear amiri
They dont wanna come outside man these niggas really scary
Talking wet that's gon get you niggas buried
Probably get popped up when you carrying that nigga out
We bouta slide why you think I got the thirty and the glock
You think Im lying nigga try
We gon send you to the sky
We gon leave you pussy niggas on y'all block
Im the reason that you niggas eating no cap
Check the scoreboard or go look at the stats
We up we sent em down
Y'all was laughing look now
Now them niggas can't breathe they underground
Who shot ya
I feel like Biggie hit em up like pac
Two glocs when I ride around put him on a poster now he out of bounds
Watch this shit Im bouta drop some shit on my wrist
Really have my young dog come and take yo whole kit
Robbing niggas so we can eat
You dying if you try to reach
Its a hundred in this bitch I dont care if you coming deep
He got popped and start talking I thought niggas was street
You niggas pussy dont let me find out where you be
Still be on that hot shit
Bro aint get a bond talking bout a flight risk
Bro just got a new scat he said that's light shit
Put him in a coffin that's for all that hype shit
Told Terintino let me pour up then the pint his
Fuck everybody Im back in that mood again
We gon kick the door down if they dont wanna let us in
Brung the big k like I had on a letterman
I ain't finna squash shit nigga lets settle it
I dont need a
I can do it by myself
I dont need a deal
I got my own money over here
Ten bands in the joggy's I aint have to wear amiri
They dont wanna come outside man these niggas really scary
Talking wet that's gon get you niggas buried
Probably get popped up when you carrying that nigga out
We bouta slide why you think I got the thirty and the glock
You think Im lying nigga try
We gon send you to the sky
We gon leave you pussy niggas on y'all block
Im the reason that you niggas eating no cap
Check the scoreboard or go look at the stats
We up we sent em down
Y'all was laughing look now
Now them niggas can't breathe they underground
Who shot ya
I feel like Biggie hit em up like pac
Two glocs when I ride around put him on a poster now he out of bounds
Watch this shit Im bouta drop some shit on my wrist
Really have my young dog come and take yo whole kit
Robbing niggas so we can eat
You dying if you try to reach
Its a hundred in this bitch I dont care if you coming deep
He got popped and start talking I thought niggas was street
You niggas pussy dont let me find out where you be
Still be on that hot shit
Bro aint get a bond talking bout a flight risk
Bro just got a new scat he said that's light shit
Put him in a coffin that's for all that hype shit
Told Terintino let me pour up then the pint his
Fuck everybody Im back in that mood again
We gon kick the door down if they dont wanna let us in
Brung the big k like I had on a letterman
I ain't finna squash shit nigga lets settle it
Credits
Writer(s): Kenneth Daniels
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