Pissed Off
Ay
Niggas hating on the squad and I really don't know why
Me and Juan got like a 30 ball in jewelry that's no lie
Bo's in the kitchen, kids think I'm making breakfast
Just know my next move gone cop me a diamond necklace
(Yeah Yeeaaah)
Niggas got me pissed off
Talking bout the squad, throwing bullets Brett Farve
(Yeah)
Them niggas got me pissed off, ay say them niggas got me pissed off
Don't matter the club the dj shout us when we step in
Got me running up these bands, cop my jewelry off the back end
Hoe's aint shit, fucking on her and her best friend
So I scooped her from the crib but I left her at the western
They won't get the combination cause we locked in
Told Beezy watch his surroundings cuz they be plotting
Circle dawg house a couple times and send some shots in
Balling hard, he like Malone and I'm like Stockton
All this ice on my neck these niggas aint slid nothing
Heard they whacked ya mans you niggas aint did nothing yea
Niggas hoes all this stunting they gone hate
Keep that 50 round but you can get a feature from Drake (Yea)
Playin with that bag we was trying get ahead
Gettin money fucking bitches thats how we play it
I aint talking wheat when I say its bread on yo head
All this lean in my cup got me sipping them meds
You know I'm lit as fuck boy I got a cup of tequila
This bitch trying kick it told this hoe this aint Fifa
Winter time grind so I roll with the heater
All this ice on my neck I don't care bout a fever
Beezy quarter backing plays I'm the receiver
Got that white boy in I aint talking bout Beiber
Thru some bullets at em told em fetch like he a retriever
His bitch say she horny so the dick what I feed her
Bitch you know I'm big dawg these niggas got me pissed off
Hangin out the window knock his clothes backwards Kris Kross
I don't hang with hoes but when I do its with yo bitch
Riding stock rims but she on 4's sucking dick (Ha haaa)
Me and Beezy back to back yea we toting them sticks
Give a nigga 23 but we aint talking bout kicks
I'm lethal with these pistols call me John Wick
And im talkings 36's when I'm talking bout bricks
Say they know I'm big dawg I plugged A.i with bells
They serving nicks at night boy they Kenan and Kel
Tryna slide on me boy I let off a shell
Love, Loyalty and Live Life we banging L's
(Yeah yeah)
(We Bangin L's We Bangin L's)
(Yeah Yeah)
Niggas hating on the squad and I really don't know why
Me and Juan got like a 30 ball in jewelry that's no lie
Bo's in the kitchen, kids think I'm making breakfast
Just know my next move gone cop me a diamond necklace
(Yeah Yeeaaah)
Niggas got me pissed off
Talking bout the squad, throwing bullets Brett Farve
(Yeah)
Them niggas got me pissed off, ay say them niggas got me pissed off
Don't matter the club the dj shout us when we step in
Got me running up these bands, cop my jewelry off the back end
Hoe's aint shit, fucking on her and her best friend
So I scooped her from the crib but I left her at the western
They won't get the combination cause we locked in
Told Beezy watch his surroundings cuz they be plotting
Circle dawg house a couple times and send some shots in
Balling hard, he like Malone and I'm like Stockton
All this ice on my neck these niggas aint slid nothing
Heard they whacked ya mans you niggas aint did nothing yea
Niggas hoes all this stunting they gone hate
Keep that 50 round but you can get a feature from Drake (Yea)
Playin with that bag we was trying get ahead
Gettin money fucking bitches thats how we play it
I aint talking wheat when I say its bread on yo head
All this lean in my cup got me sipping them meds
You know I'm lit as fuck boy I got a cup of tequila
This bitch trying kick it told this hoe this aint Fifa
Winter time grind so I roll with the heater
All this ice on my neck I don't care bout a fever
Beezy quarter backing plays I'm the receiver
Got that white boy in I aint talking bout Beiber
Thru some bullets at em told em fetch like he a retriever
His bitch say she horny so the dick what I feed her
Bitch you know I'm big dawg these niggas got me pissed off
Hangin out the window knock his clothes backwards Kris Kross
I don't hang with hoes but when I do its with yo bitch
Riding stock rims but she on 4's sucking dick (Ha haaa)
Me and Beezy back to back yea we toting them sticks
Give a nigga 23 but we aint talking bout kicks
I'm lethal with these pistols call me John Wick
And im talkings 36's when I'm talking bout bricks
Say they know I'm big dawg I plugged A.i with bells
They serving nicks at night boy they Kenan and Kel
Tryna slide on me boy I let off a shell
Love, Loyalty and Live Life we banging L's
(Yeah yeah)
(We Bangin L's We Bangin L's)
(Yeah Yeah)
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Writer(s): James Allen
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