Riding Inna Bity (feat. Zayskola)
Bro just cracked three well's now he litty
Big chop, big glock on me
In the city
When I ride around, big chop with a titty
Catch your man lacking, he done caught the whole fifty
I just dropped one side
Popped the whole titty
And I don't do opps but if its smoke we get busy
The way we deal with smoke
We bend blocks and hit switchies
If he try to run hit his back like Ricky
Shit I need a new pack
I might spin they block today
Sneak dissing on the net
He scared to throw them shots my way
Heard he dissing on my man
I put some holes up in his face
Mama wanted me in school
Them streets been calling by my name
Told that pussy boy to stay up in his lane
Or get changed
I made a new lane stay the same
Ain't shit change
I done updated my rap sheet
And I seen straight gains
Told them look right at the stat sheet
We still in the game
How my big opp a pussy nigga? I just sent his addy to him
He be thinking with his dick I put my baddies on him
Catch him loafing at his crib
El Curry clapping on him
Hit him broad day
Its a DOA, they threw the baggy on him
I'm in college giving niggas swag
The Ksubis flagging on me
Bitches see me walking with that bag
Like I got trapper money
Bitches see me running through a check
This ain't no scammer money
Rob him and his bitch
I'm sorry baby just hand me your money
Three K rolling up that bum we getting big high
Three eighths can make five L's
That's five dead guys
I won't say they name or how they checked
Just know they did die
We use bikes and scooters for the drills
No car we still slide
Hit that boy off that bike, we left him hills high
In the trench, it's a chance your homie will die
In the trench it's a chance you might meet your demise
Want to see a snake
Just look a nigga in his eyes
Then put some hot shit in his face
I call that cutting ties
Skomelo like to get over
We don't get by
Bitch, know its go fund me gang
We give out fish fry
Nigga seen me
Ain't flame
Thought I was the big opp
Two cups, filled with straight dranky
That's the big shot
Two hoes, get they face painted
I'm with my twin thot
Big bro just grabbed two flames
Now we got twin Glocks
Both got beams, blue green with a forty shot
Bro just cracked three well's now he litty
Big chop, big glock on me
In the city
When I ride around, big chop with a titty
Catch your man lacking, he done caught the whole fifty
I just dropped one side
Popped the whole titty
And I don't do opps but if its smoke we get busy
The way we deal with smoke
We bend blocks and hit switchies
If he try to run hit his back like Ricky
Big chop, big glock on me
In the city
When I ride around, big chop with a titty
Catch your man lacking, he done caught the whole fifty
I just dropped one side
Popped the whole titty
And I don't do opps but if its smoke we get busy
The way we deal with smoke
We bend blocks and hit switchies
If he try to run hit his back like Ricky
Shit I need a new pack
I might spin they block today
Sneak dissing on the net
He scared to throw them shots my way
Heard he dissing on my man
I put some holes up in his face
Mama wanted me in school
Them streets been calling by my name
Told that pussy boy to stay up in his lane
Or get changed
I made a new lane stay the same
Ain't shit change
I done updated my rap sheet
And I seen straight gains
Told them look right at the stat sheet
We still in the game
How my big opp a pussy nigga? I just sent his addy to him
He be thinking with his dick I put my baddies on him
Catch him loafing at his crib
El Curry clapping on him
Hit him broad day
Its a DOA, they threw the baggy on him
I'm in college giving niggas swag
The Ksubis flagging on me
Bitches see me walking with that bag
Like I got trapper money
Bitches see me running through a check
This ain't no scammer money
Rob him and his bitch
I'm sorry baby just hand me your money
Three K rolling up that bum we getting big high
Three eighths can make five L's
That's five dead guys
I won't say they name or how they checked
Just know they did die
We use bikes and scooters for the drills
No car we still slide
Hit that boy off that bike, we left him hills high
In the trench, it's a chance your homie will die
In the trench it's a chance you might meet your demise
Want to see a snake
Just look a nigga in his eyes
Then put some hot shit in his face
I call that cutting ties
Skomelo like to get over
We don't get by
Bitch, know its go fund me gang
We give out fish fry
Nigga seen me
Ain't flame
Thought I was the big opp
Two cups, filled with straight dranky
That's the big shot
Two hoes, get they face painted
I'm with my twin thot
Big bro just grabbed two flames
Now we got twin Glocks
Both got beams, blue green with a forty shot
Bro just cracked three well's now he litty
Big chop, big glock on me
In the city
When I ride around, big chop with a titty
Catch your man lacking, he done caught the whole fifty
I just dropped one side
Popped the whole titty
And I don't do opps but if its smoke we get busy
The way we deal with smoke
We bend blocks and hit switchies
If he try to run hit his back like Ricky
Credits
Writer(s): Zay Skola
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