Section
Get up out my section
You ain't got connections
Oh you ain't heard about me?
Well here's your lesson
This my Smith N Wesson
Aiming at your head man
Think it's time for you to run up
Get out, get the message
Okay okay
Yea your bitch she wanna fuck and wanna skip the foreplay
Had to let her out cause all she wanna do is touch on me all day
Think that you can get the jump on me
Well I ain't that way
Fuck around and 6 feet under is
Where you'll lay
Run up with my damn Glock
Bullets make your head knock
Put you in a headlock
Then I let my 40 pop
Imma stop
Honestly I think I've said enough
Imma stop, honestly
I think I've said enough
Hit you in your head
I'm not saying sorry
Yeah we smokin on you
Then we runnin like Shacari
Yea we blowin up in a new tank like Carti
Keep a heads up, and just know I'm alarming
Baby said she loving me, and she find me charming
I don't trust that girl cause I know she giving heart aches
She be causing problems, text her back in the morning
And she be telling me that she thinks she finally fallin
Fall fall
Said she want it all all
Wont pick up your call call
Sorry girl
Anything your saying is false false
Making moves like Chris Paul
Run this shit like John Wall
Money stand tall like Bol Bol
Stop giving me reasons to hate ya
Always causing problems
Well I ain't your savior
And she be getting mad
Whenever I blame her
I ain't dealing with it now
Ain't dealing with it later
Send his ass to heaven
It'll only take a second
I hit him with my weapon
Host the funeral like a reverend
I'm showing my aggression
Take my ass right to confession
Got a bad bitch, ain't no question
Yea she fine, like 67
Play the game
Yea she know the way
See the look up on your face
Imma hit you with this k
I could end you any day
No one but me got a say
Put your head in disarray
Leave you to suffer in dismay
In the ground is where you'll lay
Baby this a watch
Not a wristband
All this money on me
It's giving me the upper hand
And she keep on talking, when I know she got a man
Baby you ain't got a chance
So just get up
Get up out my section
You ain't got connections
Oh you ain't heard about me?
Well here's your lesson
This my Smith N Wesson
Aiming at your head man
Think it's time for you to run up
Get out, get the message
Okay okay
Yea your bitch she wanna fuck and wanna skip the foreplay
Had to let her out cause all she wanna do is touch on me all day
Think that you can get the jump on me
Well I ain't that way
Fuck around and 6 feet under is
Where you'll lay
You ain't got connections
Oh you ain't heard about me?
Well here's your lesson
This my Smith N Wesson
Aiming at your head man
Think it's time for you to run up
Get out, get the message
Okay okay
Yea your bitch she wanna fuck and wanna skip the foreplay
Had to let her out cause all she wanna do is touch on me all day
Think that you can get the jump on me
Well I ain't that way
Fuck around and 6 feet under is
Where you'll lay
Run up with my damn Glock
Bullets make your head knock
Put you in a headlock
Then I let my 40 pop
Imma stop
Honestly I think I've said enough
Imma stop, honestly
I think I've said enough
Hit you in your head
I'm not saying sorry
Yeah we smokin on you
Then we runnin like Shacari
Yea we blowin up in a new tank like Carti
Keep a heads up, and just know I'm alarming
Baby said she loving me, and she find me charming
I don't trust that girl cause I know she giving heart aches
She be causing problems, text her back in the morning
And she be telling me that she thinks she finally fallin
Fall fall
Said she want it all all
Wont pick up your call call
Sorry girl
Anything your saying is false false
Making moves like Chris Paul
Run this shit like John Wall
Money stand tall like Bol Bol
Stop giving me reasons to hate ya
Always causing problems
Well I ain't your savior
And she be getting mad
Whenever I blame her
I ain't dealing with it now
Ain't dealing with it later
Send his ass to heaven
It'll only take a second
I hit him with my weapon
Host the funeral like a reverend
I'm showing my aggression
Take my ass right to confession
Got a bad bitch, ain't no question
Yea she fine, like 67
Play the game
Yea she know the way
See the look up on your face
Imma hit you with this k
I could end you any day
No one but me got a say
Put your head in disarray
Leave you to suffer in dismay
In the ground is where you'll lay
Baby this a watch
Not a wristband
All this money on me
It's giving me the upper hand
And she keep on talking, when I know she got a man
Baby you ain't got a chance
So just get up
Get up out my section
You ain't got connections
Oh you ain't heard about me?
Well here's your lesson
This my Smith N Wesson
Aiming at your head man
Think it's time for you to run up
Get out, get the message
Okay okay
Yea your bitch she wanna fuck and wanna skip the foreplay
Had to let her out cause all she wanna do is touch on me all day
Think that you can get the jump on me
Well I ain't that way
Fuck around and 6 feet under is
Where you'll lay
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