Internet (Freedoubleo)
Niggas love the internet
They be on police shit
She must be stupid
Think I'm wifin
Must not know me bitch
Eyes always red
That's cuz I cry a lot
I wipe my tears
Spark up a blunt
Get high
And load my Glock
You gone lose a few
Fr
When you up in the streets
Wake up in morning
Brush my teeth
Then drop down to my knees
Say a prayer then
Then I hit the block
They lurkin
So you gotta watch
Tryna make it to da top
It's over when I spot a opp
Niggas sayin GD k
But fto we crackin treys
I got pain
It's on my face
Hoping to see better days
Ask me where I'm from
I'm out da norf
You be stuntin
Wit dat shit you ain makin no noise
Talkin bout all them bodies
That you got
Who you shot
Shit get messy
so we come thru wit a mop
You know we blitzing shit
Applying pressure
No elastic let's stretchem
He say he lookin for his match
Well nigga you done met em
I done danced wit the devils
I done rode wit the rebels
Fuck a college
Ain no frat
I done strolled wit the steppahs
Wanna shoot it out
Then send a shot
We grave diggas
Come pick a spot
These niggas
Gay they kissing thots
Put da beats all on da box
Niggas pussy know they twat
Bitch I got this ratchet on me
Long love lotto
That's my brudda ima get it tattaed on me
Yeah my shorty fine asl
Know I want lil cee cee
She always tell me watch my back
These nigga they wanna be me
So I keep a Glock
Stand by da do
Bullets rushing
Let's hit flo
Slide for get back
Baminos
Slamming shit like dominos
They be on police shit
She must be stupid
Think I'm wifin
Must not know me bitch
Eyes always red
That's cuz I cry a lot
I wipe my tears
Spark up a blunt
Get high
And load my Glock
You gone lose a few
Fr
When you up in the streets
Wake up in morning
Brush my teeth
Then drop down to my knees
Say a prayer then
Then I hit the block
They lurkin
So you gotta watch
Tryna make it to da top
It's over when I spot a opp
Niggas sayin GD k
But fto we crackin treys
I got pain
It's on my face
Hoping to see better days
Ask me where I'm from
I'm out da norf
You be stuntin
Wit dat shit you ain makin no noise
Talkin bout all them bodies
That you got
Who you shot
Shit get messy
so we come thru wit a mop
You know we blitzing shit
Applying pressure
No elastic let's stretchem
He say he lookin for his match
Well nigga you done met em
I done danced wit the devils
I done rode wit the rebels
Fuck a college
Ain no frat
I done strolled wit the steppahs
Wanna shoot it out
Then send a shot
We grave diggas
Come pick a spot
These niggas
Gay they kissing thots
Put da beats all on da box
Niggas pussy know they twat
Bitch I got this ratchet on me
Long love lotto
That's my brudda ima get it tattaed on me
Yeah my shorty fine asl
Know I want lil cee cee
She always tell me watch my back
These nigga they wanna be me
So I keep a Glock
Stand by da do
Bullets rushing
Let's hit flo
Slide for get back
Baminos
Slamming shit like dominos
Credits
Writer(s): Don White
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