Sober
Pop a nigga leave em sober
My heart gotta stay cold just like it live in Minnesota
Nigga out my body with my pocket full of money
Lil bot gone try to play i catch that boy ima dome em
Have a nigga running ima call em super sonic
Give me the ball take his ankles on my momma
I been running up a bag i been tryna add some Commons
Nigga said he a shooter ain't no real don dada
Ima catch that boy slipping i just solved a problem
Driving on the E way dont get caught up in my traffic
Lil boy im down for whatever and lil nigga you can have it
Scratch them off the list has i shoot some more
Bullets going fast but he could see em slow mo
Boy i dont gang bang
But if i do dont bang the same thing
It's a clue you gotta follow big dogs forever main
Boy i got my own flow
If still ill be letting you know
To all the women ill jog for you
But nigga ain't no running no
Wait 2 hours to to hit that nigga at his spot
We creeping up and turn around you see the glock
Catch em at red light like 2pac or biggie
Momma's crying and she like really
Shot up his spot and it was blurry
Oh what he said that he want all the smoke with lil que
T.N.O we Darealest we gone hop up out the coupe
My weapon is a instrument ill blow you like a flute
When we hop up out the jeep all he herd was boom
Above the rim we dunk on you
Yea lik que is the truth
Shawty slim shawty mine
I won't cut her off fool
Through my 4's till its old
My bars are hot my raps are cold
Get my bread like i stole from the store
But a hole in his afro
Forget that boy i put that nigga out on the side
Yeah im loyal but to his baby momma yea ima slide
And if he got a problem you can catch me outside
We be hiding in the bushes just to see that nigga die
Pop a nigga leave em sober
My heart gotta stay cold just like it live in Minnesota
Nigga out my body with my pocket full of money
Lil bot gone try to play i catch that boy ima dome em
Have a nigga running ima call em super sonic
Give me the ball take his ankles on my momma
I been running up a bag i been tryna add some Commons
Nigga said he a shooter ain't no real don dada
Ima catch that boy slipping i just solved a problem
My heart gotta stay cold just like it live in Minnesota
Nigga out my body with my pocket full of money
Lil bot gone try to play i catch that boy ima dome em
Have a nigga running ima call em super sonic
Give me the ball take his ankles on my momma
I been running up a bag i been tryna add some Commons
Nigga said he a shooter ain't no real don dada
Ima catch that boy slipping i just solved a problem
Driving on the E way dont get caught up in my traffic
Lil boy im down for whatever and lil nigga you can have it
Scratch them off the list has i shoot some more
Bullets going fast but he could see em slow mo
Boy i dont gang bang
But if i do dont bang the same thing
It's a clue you gotta follow big dogs forever main
Boy i got my own flow
If still ill be letting you know
To all the women ill jog for you
But nigga ain't no running no
Wait 2 hours to to hit that nigga at his spot
We creeping up and turn around you see the glock
Catch em at red light like 2pac or biggie
Momma's crying and she like really
Shot up his spot and it was blurry
Oh what he said that he want all the smoke with lil que
T.N.O we Darealest we gone hop up out the coupe
My weapon is a instrument ill blow you like a flute
When we hop up out the jeep all he herd was boom
Above the rim we dunk on you
Yea lik que is the truth
Shawty slim shawty mine
I won't cut her off fool
Through my 4's till its old
My bars are hot my raps are cold
Get my bread like i stole from the store
But a hole in his afro
Forget that boy i put that nigga out on the side
Yeah im loyal but to his baby momma yea ima slide
And if he got a problem you can catch me outside
We be hiding in the bushes just to see that nigga die
Pop a nigga leave em sober
My heart gotta stay cold just like it live in Minnesota
Nigga out my body with my pocket full of money
Lil bot gone try to play i catch that boy ima dome em
Have a nigga running ima call em super sonic
Give me the ball take his ankles on my momma
I been running up a bag i been tryna add some Commons
Nigga said he a shooter ain't no real don dada
Ima catch that boy slipping i just solved a problem
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Writer(s): Quinton Jones
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