Ban

Niggas be trying
Post up with a stick outside
Caught him lackin', this nigga on live
And he look like a bitch when he crying
I don't know why these niggas try
Highrise and the windows high
He trippin', I might call the guys
Lame bitch, he not one of mine
I told lil' bro he ain't gon' do shit, he a bitch ass nigga
I got big ass, big ass, big ass figures
Glick got big ass stickers
Talk down, cuttin' off his fingers
He so broke, lame ass nigga
Six feet under, we gon' dig him

I got gas in my system
They pulled up and shot, they must have missed us
I been smokin' xotic for a minute
Just hand me the plate and I'ma kill it
Niggas trying to paint me as the villain
I did way too much to get here
My bitch main one on my hitlist
See my name, you know I'm winning
Green beam, green money, I'm twinning
Doctor filled up my prescription
He say he get money? Fiction
I'm insane, I'm a victim
Spilt his brain on the pillow
It's been me up in that middle
That boy life a joke, riddle
Rackies big, not little
All these 5.56s gon' send him
That undercover on my denim
If he an opp, we just behead him

Niggas be trying
Post up with a stick outside
Caught him lackin', this nigga on live
And he look like a bitch when he crying
I don't know why these niggas try
Highrise and the windows high
He trippin', I might call the guys
Lame bitch, he not one of mine
I told lil' bro he ain't gon' do shit, he a bitch ass nigga
I got big ass, big ass, big ass figures
Glick got big ass stickers
Talk down, cuttin' off his fingers
He so broke, lame ass nigga
Six feet under, we gon' dig him



Credits
Writer(s): Kold Korporate
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link