Wit Me
Gotta ball like a Knick game
Boy Im the shit mane y"all niggas shit stains
Try the wrong nigga get flamed
Draw with the grip let it off till my wrist sprain
Ya broad ought to get trained
We all put in work then we switch like shift change
Ain't got to know a bitch name
Barely say a word to the broad I just get brain
Look, aye
I'm really from the Lo like Rick James
Look, aye
I move with the pole and the clip hang
Look, aye
Different buzz I can pick strains
Large pipe like a big drain
Hear that click click then the click bang
Who really fucking with me G'z spin his block, homies hunt him out of Vs
Just for fucking with the G'z send a shot, watch him buckle to knees
Buddah busting out the Z's is that you or the leaves hundred dollar trees
My Rican run it up with keys said that its coca coming from Belize
Should put some hittas on his shift like crossout every nigga on the list
Want some glitter on the wrist I know that you niggas bitter as a bitch
I shot a nigga but he aint die, I consider it a miss
Could leave the trigger in with Chris
Like brody send that nigga to a bliss
Who really fucking with me G'z
Bullets get the dumping hit him in his stomach
Make him plummet to his knees
Lil nigga wasn't I'll really bust it if I up it I dont freeze
Try to run up till I squeeze
Put my gun up and I breeze
Who really fucking with me G'z
Bullets get the dumping hit him in his stomach
Make him plummet to his knees
Lil nigga wasn't I'll really bust it if I up it I dont freeze
Try to run up till I squeeze
Put my gun up and I breeze
Be the same ones who flee
When it's action who might want to stick to just rapping
It's hard to believe from your captions
that you actually do more than yapping
Aint one for the tweeting or acting speaking on whoever want static
So no need to Mobb Deep it's just me and 2Gun causing Havoc
Imagine me hopping from off of my pedestal
Just to stoop to your level was reason in that
End up barber line from jumping out of line
Just play ya fresh cut so no need for the cap
Wait
Make sure I reach in this match for whenever leeches attack
Wait, wait
That squiggly line will go flat when certain procedure is lacked
Wait, wait
Most of yall key to my lonely a tactic I use that one
When I get you totem by phonies I mean
Just think about it when's the last time you opened your mouth
After busting your chromey
When getting interrogated in a room full of pigs
Sweating under pressure while folding
Think it's 'bout time get that crust out your eyes
And wake up to a fresh cup of Folgers
Who really fucking with me G'z
Bullets get the dumping hit him in his stomach
Make him plummet to his knees
Lil nigga wasn't I'll really bust it if I up it I dont freeze
Try to run up till I squeeze
Put my gun up and I breeze
Who really fucking with me G'z
Bullets get the dumping hit him in his stomach
Make him plummet to his knees
Lil nigga wasn't I'll really bust it if I up it I dont freeze
Try to run up till I squeeze
Put my gun up and I breeze
Boy Im the shit mane y"all niggas shit stains
Try the wrong nigga get flamed
Draw with the grip let it off till my wrist sprain
Ya broad ought to get trained
We all put in work then we switch like shift change
Ain't got to know a bitch name
Barely say a word to the broad I just get brain
Look, aye
I'm really from the Lo like Rick James
Look, aye
I move with the pole and the clip hang
Look, aye
Different buzz I can pick strains
Large pipe like a big drain
Hear that click click then the click bang
Who really fucking with me G'z spin his block, homies hunt him out of Vs
Just for fucking with the G'z send a shot, watch him buckle to knees
Buddah busting out the Z's is that you or the leaves hundred dollar trees
My Rican run it up with keys said that its coca coming from Belize
Should put some hittas on his shift like crossout every nigga on the list
Want some glitter on the wrist I know that you niggas bitter as a bitch
I shot a nigga but he aint die, I consider it a miss
Could leave the trigger in with Chris
Like brody send that nigga to a bliss
Who really fucking with me G'z
Bullets get the dumping hit him in his stomach
Make him plummet to his knees
Lil nigga wasn't I'll really bust it if I up it I dont freeze
Try to run up till I squeeze
Put my gun up and I breeze
Who really fucking with me G'z
Bullets get the dumping hit him in his stomach
Make him plummet to his knees
Lil nigga wasn't I'll really bust it if I up it I dont freeze
Try to run up till I squeeze
Put my gun up and I breeze
Be the same ones who flee
When it's action who might want to stick to just rapping
It's hard to believe from your captions
that you actually do more than yapping
Aint one for the tweeting or acting speaking on whoever want static
So no need to Mobb Deep it's just me and 2Gun causing Havoc
Imagine me hopping from off of my pedestal
Just to stoop to your level was reason in that
End up barber line from jumping out of line
Just play ya fresh cut so no need for the cap
Wait
Make sure I reach in this match for whenever leeches attack
Wait, wait
That squiggly line will go flat when certain procedure is lacked
Wait, wait
Most of yall key to my lonely a tactic I use that one
When I get you totem by phonies I mean
Just think about it when's the last time you opened your mouth
After busting your chromey
When getting interrogated in a room full of pigs
Sweating under pressure while folding
Think it's 'bout time get that crust out your eyes
And wake up to a fresh cup of Folgers
Who really fucking with me G'z
Bullets get the dumping hit him in his stomach
Make him plummet to his knees
Lil nigga wasn't I'll really bust it if I up it I dont freeze
Try to run up till I squeeze
Put my gun up and I breeze
Who really fucking with me G'z
Bullets get the dumping hit him in his stomach
Make him plummet to his knees
Lil nigga wasn't I'll really bust it if I up it I dont freeze
Try to run up till I squeeze
Put my gun up and I breeze
Credits
Writer(s): Demarkuis Slaughter
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