south benton

Fuck wit us its gone get tragic
Oh he want some smoke?
We pop up on him like whats happening
Oh he seen us creep up on him
Now he dont want stactic
Please excuse the 40 on my side it aint for fashion
Ion steal these niggas shit i use my own caption
All he heard was pop pop pop
Lights camera action
I hop in a scat
Srrt srrt srrt turn off the traction
Aw he claiming this and that well that nigga cappin

Me and gang involved i swear to god dont know what happened
Aw he tried to come around we trucked like this was madden
We dont need no practice like a IP he want static
When its about the pape they never show these niggas absent

Niggas bitches come and go
Inny minny miny moe
Too much money cant fold
We knock em down like dominos
I got the head its time to go
You not for real that shit for show
I was broke i bragg and boast
He tried to play me i aint know
Now he a pack lets have a toast
Aint cracked a smile it ain't a joke
I pull her by her hair and choke
You crossed me once cant let it go
Thought you was gang u went and chose
We creep up on him tippy toes
You not a starter pick and roll
Selfish ass cant give & go

She like teo im cummin
Doing all that running
Flip her like a dumplin
She said she want it in her tummy
I aint a blood u kno how im bumming
Said im broke broke nigga assumption
You aint slide its always something
This for the niggas that said i wasn't

Nod my head ion shake hands
Coo young nigga dont force my hand
We march step like we in a band
I cant be yo man baby im just saying
Leave em stuck like quick sand
Glock 45 or mac 10
Niggas switch like ben 10
I dont wanna fuck bitch take a hint



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Writer(s): Mateo Goodwin
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