Cny

These niggas just talking
These niggas be pussy
My whole group we strapped with a pole

Better know that we upping
And clutching for nothing
My bro put a tag on ya toe

Nahh I ain't a hero
But feel like I'm baby
The way I be throwin up 4s

Stay smokin exotic
If yo bitch she not it
I bet you we smokin yo hoe

I got niggas to kick in yo door
Freaky bitch eat the dick
She want more
I got goons to come run through your shit
They got sticks
And I bet they'll leave blood on your floor
I'm wit K and he pushing the whip
It's like 3 in the morning with nowhere to go
These niggas keep bitching
These niggas keep dissing
I'll catch all my opps in a row

Speaking on me gets you whacked on
Speaking on gang get you clapped on
Nigga a clown but he wanna be street
He was out hitting licks with no mask on
He think it's sweet break his backbone
I'll shut em up if he act wrong
I used to be broke but now I get hunnits
To sit and write songs on this mac phone

Yo potna he ain't really steppin
Selling smoke this I'll send you to heaven
Seen yo sticks on the gram you was flexing
Send my youngan to take all yo weapons

We out roaming my bro got arrested
Bet these shots at yo dome send a message
Ain't no ducking we slide with the Wessons
Leave some lead in yo head if you testing

Put yo mans in the dirt in a wood box
Really thought you could bitch me you could not
Put yo hands on me nigga you should not
When you upped shoulda bussed but you would not

You ain't bout it go head put the gun down
Get the money we stacking til sun down
Ohh you lost well I'll give you the run down
Blowing up finna go have some fun now



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Writer(s): Michael Smith
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