Wind!
Nigga we really bout that
(Aye)
Dont make me say again
Strap cant leave without that
(Nah)
Spray it at ya mans
He get smoked he a light pack
(Uh huh)
Flowin through the wind
And yeah we get revenge
Bitch we do that shit again
But it dont matter bro
(Yuh)
We gon show you how we been
(Aye)
Yeah my pockets fatter hoe
(Yuh)
All the racks i fuckin spend
Talkin all that chatter yo
(What)
You wont be saying it again
We deal damage though
(Yuh)
Beam aimed to yo chin
Boy where yo pendant
We run up it get hectic
(Yuh)
Run independent
Dirty glock case i aint mention
Bullets fly in directions
Dont pull up to my section
Or we gon hit yo ass before you finish your sentence
Nigga we really bout that
(Aye)
Dont make me say again
Strap cant leave without that
(Yuh)
Spray it at ya mans
He get smoked he a light pack
(Bitch)
Flowin through the wind
And yeah we get revenge
Bitch we do that shit again
Lean got me drowsy
Vision too cloudy
He get clapped and zapped
(Yuh)
For talking bout me
Keep gang round me
(Yuh)
They surround me
Pussy dont talk or you end up underground b
Diamonds dance
Choppa put him inna trance
(Aye)
Boy where yo mans we gon get em he got no chance
(Uh Huh)
Boy where you bands
Empty them out yo pants
Get him clapped i aint sorry in advance
(Nah Bruh,What he say?)
Nigga we really bout that
(Aye)
Dont make me say again
Strap cant leave without that
(Uh huh)
Spray it at ya mans
He get smoked he a light pack
(Lil bitch)
Flowin through the wind
And yeah we get revenge
Bitch we do that shit again
(Aye)
Dont make me say again
Strap cant leave without that
(Nah)
Spray it at ya mans
He get smoked he a light pack
(Uh huh)
Flowin through the wind
And yeah we get revenge
Bitch we do that shit again
But it dont matter bro
(Yuh)
We gon show you how we been
(Aye)
Yeah my pockets fatter hoe
(Yuh)
All the racks i fuckin spend
Talkin all that chatter yo
(What)
You wont be saying it again
We deal damage though
(Yuh)
Beam aimed to yo chin
Boy where yo pendant
We run up it get hectic
(Yuh)
Run independent
Dirty glock case i aint mention
Bullets fly in directions
Dont pull up to my section
Or we gon hit yo ass before you finish your sentence
Nigga we really bout that
(Aye)
Dont make me say again
Strap cant leave without that
(Yuh)
Spray it at ya mans
He get smoked he a light pack
(Bitch)
Flowin through the wind
And yeah we get revenge
Bitch we do that shit again
Lean got me drowsy
Vision too cloudy
He get clapped and zapped
(Yuh)
For talking bout me
Keep gang round me
(Yuh)
They surround me
Pussy dont talk or you end up underground b
Diamonds dance
Choppa put him inna trance
(Aye)
Boy where yo mans we gon get em he got no chance
(Uh Huh)
Boy where you bands
Empty them out yo pants
Get him clapped i aint sorry in advance
(Nah Bruh,What he say?)
Nigga we really bout that
(Aye)
Dont make me say again
Strap cant leave without that
(Uh huh)
Spray it at ya mans
He get smoked he a light pack
(Lil bitch)
Flowin through the wind
And yeah we get revenge
Bitch we do that shit again
Credits
Writer(s): Malakhi Abbott
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