Power

Run up we spot em
You know your talking out ya noggin
When I ride threw with a 9 shot
He gone get to talking to talking w no option
Keep that 40 tucked to my hip
And keep my bruddas riding without stopping
When I'm with the gang
She gone get to moving shawty bouncing that booty popping

We want all the friction and static
Catch his a** with this magic
Cause I popped out like a hat trick
You a opp treesh get off ya knees before I split ya a** into a fraction
How my d*** taste stop sucking me and tell ya friend what rlly happened

Why the f*** you government
Take your 37 punching it
Now what happened to the f****** covenant

Don't ask me cause I don't know
How you telling me that I'm your bro
How you saying that you ride with me but instead you decide to be a h**

You think this is funny
We'll let's share a laugh
But real quick here's the facts
You was feigning for me all over the snap
And still like neek hit it from the back
So all that s*** you've been talking is cap
Cause you're tryna find a way back
So I'm like why you always tryna talk
Drop the addy p**** where you at

So I ll get to dumping
We f*** up the function
This 40 topping off his muffin

So you wanna beat ya chest and say your tuff
Like go cry wolf with ya bluffs

So how you big dog when I look at you i think of you as my son
Type with them Twitter finger stop chattin brotha
Cause you never hadda touch a gun

I had to feed the game to get them out
But I had my brothas with me in the crib
I was in the trenches stuck in the mud but I said it is what it is
It's funny you think I'm popped
Till I'm dumping out the whole clip
Cause I'm a lil body with big steppas that'll tie you up and leave you drid



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Writer(s): David Bolta
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