Monster

We be dem niggas dey talk about

We be dem niggas they talk about
Stay focused i got on that paper route
If you act dumb we gon chalk you out
When i hop in the booth i can't play around
Ian talkin no tracks but we lay em down
FNB be the gang kno we run the towns
Uhhh
That gangsta life boy you not about
I been in my bag
But ian never gettin in my feelings boy we chasin that kash
Bro shootin all these fucking videos on the road, bro really doing the dash
Got some hittas up in jersey they quick Act Bad, swerve off in a scatt
Disrespecting talkin down on one of my F's you better not lack

They love how im living
2020 on my vision
If you aint gang you can't kick it
We ain't homies keep ya distance, knock em right out his existence
My oota on point he consistent, we ain't leaving any witness
Niggas talk sauce we got plenty
All these bitches actin friendly
Run it up on all these Benji's
Me and DeuXe in the spot
Santana wit us he gon flock
Rell knock you right out ya socks
Baby girl that's the chop, like percs you get popped
Like a joke you get knocked
Sosa with me he gon rock
Always stay up on yo clock
Niggas actin like some cops
All these bitches really bops

Boy i been gettin dis money so i cn take care of my daughter while bein a rapper
Her mother she cook she clean she do everything, juss make sure i get her sum diapers
Most ya seen me in person n dnt even notice a nigga until he is trappin
Das why i be keepin some Glocks on me
1 for da homies
Da other 1 is juss for da action
Murders n of hunnits of cases, thank god for our niggas who made it
I Hope that they patiently waitin
On to da next paperoute
Dis is For all uh da money we was born to be chasin
I got some hittaz that'll do u like doo doo,carribean niggas enforcing dat voodoo
Dnt be mad bout the same shit tht u do, kuz niggas is quick to turn u into noodles
Two strains combine em
If heat im buyin
Hes soft, im iron
U weak, Im dying
Two seat im flyin
Too geaked im fryin
Dis beach my island
Dis here my college
Trackstars have mileage
Fuck friends they lien
All opps behind em
So tell me watchu gettin into
These bummy niggas gettin no loot
Show no proof, we aint worried bout chu
I rock ripped jeans, we don't do no boots
Skraight monclers, we don't do no goose
IsmokeBeatz but they call me DeuXe
Fuckin up these beats n we ina stu
Aye

We be dem niggas they talk about
Stay focused i got on that paper route
If you act dumb we gon chalk you out
When i hop in the booth i can't play around
Ian talkin no tracks but we lay em down
FNB be the gang kno we run the towns
Uhhh
That gangsta life boy you not about
I been in my bag
But ian never gettin in my feelings boy we chasin that kash
Bro shootin all these fucking videos on the road, bro really doing the dash
Got some hittas up in jersey they quick Act Bad, swerve off in a scatt
Disrespecting talkin down on one of my F's you better not lack



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Writer(s): Aaron Gillespie, Joel Vilardi, Dustin Redmon, Alex Aponti
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