40 Bars
It's Rico huh
Same hood different bloxk Shìt
Yeah been a min
Talk that shit MQ
I'm trying to catch a opposition
Lynch him hang him from a tree
I just fucked a nigga bitch
Her booty shaped like a little b
I can careless bout yo shooter
You can't score if we got D
I used to have a lot of niggas backs
But damn who really got me
I'm riding in the hood right now
Aye where opps at
I'm tryna spill a nigga top on the floor
Like where the mop at
If I shoot these double two threes
Nigga aye you can't stop that
Nigga blew up off my old flow
I need my style back
You gonna meet satin
Just for playing with the devil
And this ain't rocking roll
But i keep a heavy metal
And bitch I'm from the D
Where I'm from it the ghetto
I'm the type to fuck a bitch
Then walk pass
And want say hello
You quick to drop a dime
Boy we should call you Melo
Your rap all cap
I dont wanna hear your demo
And you can catch six hundred
But I don't even know Memo
Hit em with a shots and have him Swimming with Nemo
I dont care you run with my ppl
We gonna stretch you
Just know I'm done talking
Like nigga I hate lectures
Billet hit a nigga made him jump
This is not checkers
My mans gone
Just know when we catch you
We gone stretch you
Fuck what ever you rep
Come apply pressure
My pistol
Match everything I'm feeling fresh
Had to pop
A nigga felt like my first nut
My bullet hit him like a virgin
He can feel it in his gut
What's good is a vest
If I'm aiming for your face
This ain't baseball
But I'm going for third base
I then sent your man home
But he landed out of space
I heard they run up in his crib
And made that boy move away
I don't play sports
But I'm going state to state
Your bitch said she hungry
Told her she can eat this dick
When she took off her cloths
I'm like damn she really thick
Ima post her on the gram
Just to make her nigga sick
How you up and yo mans broke
Boy you dead wrong
A quarter brick on my chest
Did this shit off a phone
If you reaching for my chain
You want even make it home
Double two three
Hit him in the head now he gone
You'll would think I run with choppa
The way we walk a nigga down
Always a broke nigga talking down
Nigga pipe down
You know where I'm at everyday
Make it ain't go down
And you can stay up
But when I catch you
Ima lay you down bitch
Same hood different bloxk Shìt
Yeah been a min
Talk that shit MQ
I'm trying to catch a opposition
Lynch him hang him from a tree
I just fucked a nigga bitch
Her booty shaped like a little b
I can careless bout yo shooter
You can't score if we got D
I used to have a lot of niggas backs
But damn who really got me
I'm riding in the hood right now
Aye where opps at
I'm tryna spill a nigga top on the floor
Like where the mop at
If I shoot these double two threes
Nigga aye you can't stop that
Nigga blew up off my old flow
I need my style back
You gonna meet satin
Just for playing with the devil
And this ain't rocking roll
But i keep a heavy metal
And bitch I'm from the D
Where I'm from it the ghetto
I'm the type to fuck a bitch
Then walk pass
And want say hello
You quick to drop a dime
Boy we should call you Melo
Your rap all cap
I dont wanna hear your demo
And you can catch six hundred
But I don't even know Memo
Hit em with a shots and have him Swimming with Nemo
I dont care you run with my ppl
We gonna stretch you
Just know I'm done talking
Like nigga I hate lectures
Billet hit a nigga made him jump
This is not checkers
My mans gone
Just know when we catch you
We gone stretch you
Fuck what ever you rep
Come apply pressure
My pistol
Match everything I'm feeling fresh
Had to pop
A nigga felt like my first nut
My bullet hit him like a virgin
He can feel it in his gut
What's good is a vest
If I'm aiming for your face
This ain't baseball
But I'm going for third base
I then sent your man home
But he landed out of space
I heard they run up in his crib
And made that boy move away
I don't play sports
But I'm going state to state
Your bitch said she hungry
Told her she can eat this dick
When she took off her cloths
I'm like damn she really thick
Ima post her on the gram
Just to make her nigga sick
How you up and yo mans broke
Boy you dead wrong
A quarter brick on my chest
Did this shit off a phone
If you reaching for my chain
You want even make it home
Double two three
Hit him in the head now he gone
You'll would think I run with choppa
The way we walk a nigga down
Always a broke nigga talking down
Nigga pipe down
You know where I'm at everyday
Make it ain't go down
And you can stay up
But when I catch you
Ima lay you down bitch
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Writer(s): Quentez Jones
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