Bologn3
Uh yea
Uh Uh
Look
Done waited to long
Lil nigga lets rock out (Rockout)
Keep a tool on my hip
Then I step out (Step out)
Counting commas
Damn
I'm running these checks up (Huh)
Was down so long I got up and went
Fresh out (Yea)
Quick to up it
And I cleared the whole block out
3 hitters with me
And 1 on the look out (Gawwr)
(Look out)
Bullets flying hot
Like a cookout (Ye)
Niggas talking
But they really
Aint do nun
We the party
Brought the whole fucking
Crew out
YG
Got the mf stu hot
Catch a play act like
We aint do nun
Got a lil shorty she tryna
Come do something
I rock with the pistols
But still love them drakos
He tell on da homie
So that was a case close (Closed)
Nigga be phony
Ain't eating Bologna
Ain't trusting no bitch
I just picked up the peso
I move it just
Say so (Say so)
Upping the speed
Like I'm switching the table
My bitches was ghetto
And some was just mellow
And some speaking Spanish
Like its Puerto Rico (Uh)
By the time
That I switch up the flow
Catch me a pop
Then I'm upping the score
4 pocket rockets
We pull up with choppas
Don't come for no talking
We let that bitch blow
I come from the bottom
I never was poor
Moving in silence
Don't speak what I know
Moving in silence
I move like lil Roddy
You know I keep boxes all over the store
Like
Like its retail
I'm letting them go
No
No this project
it ain't moving slow
I keep me a swoosh
Right next to my toe
Right next to my toe
Now let that shit blow (Bow)
Hidden all under the beef
These niggas be talking
Like they be some hoes
You wanna run it
I might call a Tyson
Or call up lil Roog
Cause she let it blow
Call up l Fredo
Yea
He let it go
If you want all the fam on your
Head
Different colors make you see a rainbow
(Oh yall thought y'all killed that shit) yea
(Man take yo ass back in the booth
And show them what y'all bout)
From the island
That bitch in the south
We got youngins who will
Shutdown your trap
We bout money
Bitch what is you bout
Been adopted y'all
Posted for clout
My nigga We paid
Catch a opp in close range (Uhuh)
My hitters Going insane
They cannot be tamed
Beem on ya make em lay
Make em lay broad day
We toting them thangz
My demons gone get ya
(Getcha)
If he bout that action
My hollows want miss you
Better not catch you lacking
This chop a dismiss you
Demons be clapping cause we bout
Our issues
These niggas a joke fr
They be capping say they touching a mil
My brothas gone eat (Eat)
You niggas is sleep (Sleep)
We slanging that dope fr (Yea)
Going nights without meal
We steady toting on them steals
My killas go up for the kill
I would not share a tear
I've been patient all year
Touching niggas for they bills (For they bills)
If you want the smoke
Lets rockout (Rockout?)
Tell a nigga what his
Tell him watch his mouth (Watch ya mouth)
Put that nigga on the net
Make him tapout (Tappet)
You know I'm all about a check
Clear the clock out (Cha-ching)
I aint toting berettas
We got Glocks now (Glocks now)
Keep applying the pressure
When the opps out
I've been showing you niggas
How to rock out
And the Glocks gone stand
When you POP OUT (BOOM BOOM)
GANG!
Uh Uh
Look
Done waited to long
Lil nigga lets rock out (Rockout)
Keep a tool on my hip
Then I step out (Step out)
Counting commas
Damn
I'm running these checks up (Huh)
Was down so long I got up and went
Fresh out (Yea)
Quick to up it
And I cleared the whole block out
3 hitters with me
And 1 on the look out (Gawwr)
(Look out)
Bullets flying hot
Like a cookout (Ye)
Niggas talking
But they really
Aint do nun
We the party
Brought the whole fucking
Crew out
YG
Got the mf stu hot
Catch a play act like
We aint do nun
Got a lil shorty she tryna
Come do something
I rock with the pistols
But still love them drakos
He tell on da homie
So that was a case close (Closed)
Nigga be phony
Ain't eating Bologna
Ain't trusting no bitch
I just picked up the peso
I move it just
Say so (Say so)
Upping the speed
Like I'm switching the table
My bitches was ghetto
And some was just mellow
And some speaking Spanish
Like its Puerto Rico (Uh)
By the time
That I switch up the flow
Catch me a pop
Then I'm upping the score
4 pocket rockets
We pull up with choppas
Don't come for no talking
We let that bitch blow
I come from the bottom
I never was poor
Moving in silence
Don't speak what I know
Moving in silence
I move like lil Roddy
You know I keep boxes all over the store
Like
Like its retail
I'm letting them go
No
No this project
it ain't moving slow
I keep me a swoosh
Right next to my toe
Right next to my toe
Now let that shit blow (Bow)
Hidden all under the beef
These niggas be talking
Like they be some hoes
You wanna run it
I might call a Tyson
Or call up lil Roog
Cause she let it blow
Call up l Fredo
Yea
He let it go
If you want all the fam on your
Head
Different colors make you see a rainbow
(Oh yall thought y'all killed that shit) yea
(Man take yo ass back in the booth
And show them what y'all bout)
From the island
That bitch in the south
We got youngins who will
Shutdown your trap
We bout money
Bitch what is you bout
Been adopted y'all
Posted for clout
My nigga We paid
Catch a opp in close range (Uhuh)
My hitters Going insane
They cannot be tamed
Beem on ya make em lay
Make em lay broad day
We toting them thangz
My demons gone get ya
(Getcha)
If he bout that action
My hollows want miss you
Better not catch you lacking
This chop a dismiss you
Demons be clapping cause we bout
Our issues
These niggas a joke fr
They be capping say they touching a mil
My brothas gone eat (Eat)
You niggas is sleep (Sleep)
We slanging that dope fr (Yea)
Going nights without meal
We steady toting on them steals
My killas go up for the kill
I would not share a tear
I've been patient all year
Touching niggas for they bills (For they bills)
If you want the smoke
Lets rockout (Rockout?)
Tell a nigga what his
Tell him watch his mouth (Watch ya mouth)
Put that nigga on the net
Make him tapout (Tappet)
You know I'm all about a check
Clear the clock out (Cha-ching)
I aint toting berettas
We got Glocks now (Glocks now)
Keep applying the pressure
When the opps out
I've been showing you niggas
How to rock out
And the Glocks gone stand
When you POP OUT (BOOM BOOM)
GANG!
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Writer(s): Kier Johnson
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