Never Left
Niggas know bitch i never left
Keep the glock under the belt
Hollow tips gone make you melt
That nigga died he got a smell
They should've wished that nigga well
I keep my flag like ima ref
Bang seven ten thats what i step
Im smoking gas up this bitch
Shad got the gat it got a switch
He shoot that and he wont miss
Finna turn a fuck nigga to swiss
We clutching blicks we never lack
Don swing his dreads he up the mac
Cant run big doolie in the back
Hop out the car and bust your hat
Seven teners grinding seven teners getting it ay
Seven teners steady shining seven teners with it ay
Pull up on the opp block
Up that fucking smithy ay
Oh shit that go the cops we gotta get to dippin ay
Bitch im smoking moon rocks bitch im fucking sippin ay
Chillin with my fucking brothers counting gwuap
Counting cake
Hoppin out with bookoo cutters send them shots right at your face
When i catch your fucking momma she gone fucking die today
Since you started all this drama we gone fucking slide today
Bitch we gone fucking slide today
Since you started all this drama we gone fucking slide today
Catch you lackin' on the block
Ima shoot you in your face
Thirty in my pocket nigga
Run up ima pop it nigga
Ion give a fuck about nobody
Quick to drop a nigga
Pull up ona nigga
I up my glock i send them shots lil nigga
We do this shit for rodney nigga
They killed my cuz this shit aint stoppin nigga
Keep the glock under the belt
Hollow tips gone make you melt
That nigga died he got a smell
They should've wished that nigga well
I keep my flag like ima ref
Bang seven ten thats what i step
Im smoking gas up this bitch
Shad got the gat it got a switch
He shoot that and he wont miss
Finna turn a fuck nigga to swiss
We clutching blicks we never lack
Don swing his dreads he up the mac
Cant run big doolie in the back
Hop out the car and bust your hat
Seven teners grinding seven teners getting it ay
Seven teners steady shining seven teners with it ay
Pull up on the opp block
Up that fucking smithy ay
Oh shit that go the cops we gotta get to dippin ay
Bitch im smoking moon rocks bitch im fucking sippin ay
Chillin with my fucking brothers counting gwuap
Counting cake
Hoppin out with bookoo cutters send them shots right at your face
When i catch your fucking momma she gone fucking die today
Since you started all this drama we gone fucking slide today
Bitch we gone fucking slide today
Since you started all this drama we gone fucking slide today
Catch you lackin' on the block
Ima shoot you in your face
Thirty in my pocket nigga
Run up ima pop it nigga
Ion give a fuck about nobody
Quick to drop a nigga
Pull up ona nigga
I up my glock i send them shots lil nigga
We do this shit for rodney nigga
They killed my cuz this shit aint stoppin nigga
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Writer(s): Jatwanie Lee
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