Biscayne
Came from carolina
Crusin' thru on Biscayne
Keep yo distance
I smell you a hoe man
Love my doctor
Double dosing on the whole thang
Came from ramen
Now its hunna
Steak lo mein
They cant understand my talk
I kno they hawking
Aint no limp but don't you think
Im naked walkin'
Tried to scrub me out
Had to white chalk em
Last words to God
Should've prayed
Before you crossed him
He played that risky game
Now inna cemetery
Was talking all that gangsta shit
Like he be ready
You play it false
Round my way
Don't get no merit
So getting blood up on my hands
Was necessary
When you aint for clout
Them niggas think you scary
Just kno you cross me out
Yo whole set getting buried
Hate to speak on shit
Don't like this shit to get deadly
But that's only thing
That penetrate ya niggas melons
Circle convicted felons
Who got families
They aint tellin'
Cause ain't no mo narcotic flow
These verses all we sellin
Merch on site come purchase
Delivery we mailin
Fuckin' up the game
Im Bendin' it like im Beckham
Came from Carolina
Crusin' thru on Biscayne
Keep yo distance
I smell you a hoe man
Love my doctor
Double dosing on the whole thang
Came from ramen
Now its hunna
Steak lo mein
They cant understand my talk
I kno they hawking
Aint no limp but don't you think
Im naked walking
Tried to scrub me out
Had to white chalk em
Last words to God
Should've prayed
Before you crossed him
Crusin' thru on Biscayne
Keep yo distance
I smell you a hoe man
Love my doctor
Double dosing on the whole thang
Came from ramen
Now its hunna
Steak lo mein
They cant understand my talk
I kno they hawking
Aint no limp but don't you think
Im naked walkin'
Tried to scrub me out
Had to white chalk em
Last words to God
Should've prayed
Before you crossed him
He played that risky game
Now inna cemetery
Was talking all that gangsta shit
Like he be ready
You play it false
Round my way
Don't get no merit
So getting blood up on my hands
Was necessary
When you aint for clout
Them niggas think you scary
Just kno you cross me out
Yo whole set getting buried
Hate to speak on shit
Don't like this shit to get deadly
But that's only thing
That penetrate ya niggas melons
Circle convicted felons
Who got families
They aint tellin'
Cause ain't no mo narcotic flow
These verses all we sellin
Merch on site come purchase
Delivery we mailin
Fuckin' up the game
Im Bendin' it like im Beckham
Came from Carolina
Crusin' thru on Biscayne
Keep yo distance
I smell you a hoe man
Love my doctor
Double dosing on the whole thang
Came from ramen
Now its hunna
Steak lo mein
They cant understand my talk
I kno they hawking
Aint no limp but don't you think
Im naked walking
Tried to scrub me out
Had to white chalk em
Last words to God
Should've prayed
Before you crossed him
Credits
Writer(s): Quentin Davis
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