Whistle

Uh, lemme hear that gun sound baby
Suck me good now she driving me crazy
Niggas mad RIP that lil' lady
I'm still in they hood and I'm spinning it daily
Throwing bullets nigga like I'm Brady
I been in the field I'm with gang like the navy
Like fuck them, like fuck that, niggas weird I don't fuck with the shady

You ain't got it nigga don't trip
All the opps be wearing bad fits
They ain't taking trips they just taking flight
Ask about his mans fighting for his life
Free GMoney nigga send a kite
He was riding with it tryna catch a snipe
Throw the M up nigga we just drop it
Catch a nigga while his ass shopping, drop him

Don't talk about dead niggas, like
'Cause your homie dead nigga, like
Niggas jackin' a rat nigga, like, what?
He was cool with the feds nigga, like, huh?

I be outside we be having fun
You better get yours 'cause I got my gun
Knock 'em all down one by one
I'ma keep it real them niggas my sons

We did this
We did that
Nigga just cap
We know the facts
I'm in your city but where are you at?
If it wasn't for him you woulda gotten clapped

My mans ain't dead I don't gotta get back
'Cause I'm sliding off rip so how could I lack?
She in my face but I'm not tryna mack
I can't fuck her no more she got feelings attached

'Cause I keep a-
And that's for the-
And she wanna-
But we cannot-
860 that's unlimited shots
Time to slide are you ready or not
Gang in the spot they got bitches and bops
Just keep 'em from me I just wanted the drop

'Cause I keep a-
And that's for the-
And she wanna-
But we cannot-
860 that's unlimited shots
Time to slide are you ready or not?
Gang in the spot they got bitches and bops
Just keep 'em from me I just wanted the drop



Credits
Writer(s): David Glass, Joshua Ralph, Marcus Killian, Antonio Mobley, Justin Franks, Breyan Isaac, Tramar Dillard, Arthur Pingrey
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