Wild West (feat. Str Jay & Ap Goaty)
Yop
Being loose then
You bound to get you're top lift
Tag yo mans in a post
It was a dry snitch
He always flexing on the gram
But never pop shit
A nigga really thought he felt some love
But she a opp bitch
I swear them Niggas got the loc
But they don't try shit
I can turn it to a fully
With a Glock switch
I ain't fucking with these niggas
They on cop shit
These bitches low as hell
And these bitches be on thot shit
Catch a Nigga slipping grease
Cuz we fry shit
I be getting bad vibes made the Glock twitch
Can you smell what I'm cooking
On some rock shit
You ain't never touch 50 thousand
You can't top this
I can teach you
How to get a brick and make
You're self a mountain
Bro was tripping
Trying to get his self
Up out of public housing
Scout the opps block
Strictly shooting we not
Trying to sound him
Flash up on the glock
He seen the light before
He started dying
Pussy try to run
Brody on tip he said
Just hide behind him
It's no one on ones
You touch my bro
Them shot gone get to flying
Get low nigga i'm you're big bro
Trying to blow this nigga up
Caught him at the citgo
Niggas thinking with they dick
Talking to the pillow
Walk a mile in my kicks
Probably stub you're big toe
Yop turn the beef up
Put a switch on a glock
Fuck the streets up
Damn tell them keep up
These niggas know who killed they mans
Trying to peep us
Being loose then
You bound to get you're top lift
Tag yo mans in a post
It was a dry snitch
He always flexing on the gram
But never pop shit
A nigga really thought he felt some love
But she a opp bitch
I swear them Niggas got the loc
But they don't try shit
I can turn it to a fully
With a Glock switch
I ain't fucking with these niggas
They on cop shit
These bitches low as hell
And these bitches be on thot shit
Catch a Nigga slipping grease
Cuz we fry shit
I be getting bad vibes made the Glock twitch
Can you smell what I'm cooking
On some rock shit
You ain't never touch 50 thousand
You can't top this
I can teach you
How to get a brick and make
You're self a mountain
Bro was tripping
Trying to get his self
Up out of public housing
Scout the opps block
Strictly shooting we not
Trying to sound him
Flash up on the glock
He seen the light before
He started dying
Pussy try to run
Brody on tip he said
Just hide behind him
It's no one on ones
You touch my bro
Them shot gone get to flying
Get low nigga i'm you're big bro
Trying to blow this nigga up
Caught him at the citgo
Niggas thinking with they dick
Talking to the pillow
Walk a mile in my kicks
Probably stub you're big toe
Yop turn the beef up
Put a switch on a glock
Fuck the streets up
Damn tell them keep up
These niggas know who killed they mans
Trying to peep us
Credits
Writer(s): 4.1.jay, Aaron Pryor, Str Jay
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