Django
(Ohhhhhhh)
(Ohhhhhhh)
(Ohhhhhhh)
(Ohhhhhhh)
(Ohhhhhhh)
(Ohhhhhhh)
They say sway be hard to work with
Its so hard to deal with em
I'm like bro don't take it personal
Been like that since lil niggas
They like sway why you don't fuck with me
It's hard to chill with ya
I cant fuck wit fake
Me and you we can't relate
I wake up and get me some cake
Don't give a fuck bout the rap
I'm bout the action
I ain't with the rapping
These niggas capping
I make it happen
I keep that strap in my fucking jacket
Load up the drac and we let em have it
I left em dead thought I was lacking
One to the head that's automatic
These niggas scared don't want the static
I'm in them places you cant go
Chains on my neck like I'm django
Shawty look bad like jlo
Ima send a bitch just to rob that nigga
Ima lay his down better lay low
Better give it up smoove
Dont make no move Ima fuck round
Give yo ass a halo
You keep talking ill bust ya tomato
Niggas hate you when you get some paper
I styaed patient lil nigga i waited
Cut em off now they thinking I'm crazy
Yeah I'm crazy I know that you hate me
Nigga hate on me because they aint me
How the fuck you my family you cant be
I done gave these lil niggas my style and swag
Them lil nigga should of thanked me
I stood on the block with the robbers and killers
Nobody gave me shit
They talk about me on these mafucking phones
But it never made em rich
So I talk about them on these mafucking songs
I fucked round and made a hit
We was patna's I made you lit
Cut em off and I made em sick
They say sway be hard to work with
It's so hard to deal with em
I'm like bro don't take it personal
Been like that since lil niggas
They like sway why you don't fuck with me
It's hard to chill with ya
I cant fuck wit fake
Me and you we cant relate
I wake up and get me some cake
Don't give a fuck bout the rap
Im bout the action
I ain't with the rapping
These niggas capping
I make it happen
I keep that strap in my fucking jacket
Load up the drac and we let em have it
I left em dead thought I was lacking
One to the head thats automatic
These niggas scared don't want the static
I just pulled up in a Subaru
Yea i spilled codeine on my jacket
I don't give a fuck who is you
If i see yo bitch I'ma smash it
If i see yo tires Ima slash it
Feel like kobe never pass it
See your granny I'ma smash
Crack rocks ima stash
I just pulled up in a brand new whip
38 up on my hip
Only pure codeine I sip
Drip up on my lip
Aim it at your nips
You gone end up getting ripped
When I pull up in this whip
Cut you off
You gone snipped
I got 1234
Burners on my lap
I sip too too much codeine
Now I gotta take a nap
(Goddam)
If you fuck with me
Im finna snap
Hank Trill on the track
Gotta louie v Bag
They say sway be hard to work with
It's so hard to deal with em
I'm like bro don't take it personal
Been like that since lil niggas
They like sway why you don't fuck with me
It's hard to chill with ya
I cant fuck wit fake
Me and you we cant relate
I wake up and get me some cake
Don't give a fuck bout the rap
I'm bout the action
I ain't with the rapping
These niggas capping
I make it happen
I keep that strap in my fucking jacket
Load up the drac and we let em have it
I left em dead thought I was lacking
One to the head thats automatic
These niggas scared don't want the static
(Ohhhhhhh)
(Ohhhhhhh)
(Ohhhhhhh)
(Ohhhhhhh)
(Ohhhhhhh)
They say sway be hard to work with
Its so hard to deal with em
I'm like bro don't take it personal
Been like that since lil niggas
They like sway why you don't fuck with me
It's hard to chill with ya
I cant fuck wit fake
Me and you we can't relate
I wake up and get me some cake
Don't give a fuck bout the rap
I'm bout the action
I ain't with the rapping
These niggas capping
I make it happen
I keep that strap in my fucking jacket
Load up the drac and we let em have it
I left em dead thought I was lacking
One to the head that's automatic
These niggas scared don't want the static
I'm in them places you cant go
Chains on my neck like I'm django
Shawty look bad like jlo
Ima send a bitch just to rob that nigga
Ima lay his down better lay low
Better give it up smoove
Dont make no move Ima fuck round
Give yo ass a halo
You keep talking ill bust ya tomato
Niggas hate you when you get some paper
I styaed patient lil nigga i waited
Cut em off now they thinking I'm crazy
Yeah I'm crazy I know that you hate me
Nigga hate on me because they aint me
How the fuck you my family you cant be
I done gave these lil niggas my style and swag
Them lil nigga should of thanked me
I stood on the block with the robbers and killers
Nobody gave me shit
They talk about me on these mafucking phones
But it never made em rich
So I talk about them on these mafucking songs
I fucked round and made a hit
We was patna's I made you lit
Cut em off and I made em sick
They say sway be hard to work with
It's so hard to deal with em
I'm like bro don't take it personal
Been like that since lil niggas
They like sway why you don't fuck with me
It's hard to chill with ya
I cant fuck wit fake
Me and you we cant relate
I wake up and get me some cake
Don't give a fuck bout the rap
Im bout the action
I ain't with the rapping
These niggas capping
I make it happen
I keep that strap in my fucking jacket
Load up the drac and we let em have it
I left em dead thought I was lacking
One to the head thats automatic
These niggas scared don't want the static
I just pulled up in a Subaru
Yea i spilled codeine on my jacket
I don't give a fuck who is you
If i see yo bitch I'ma smash it
If i see yo tires Ima slash it
Feel like kobe never pass it
See your granny I'ma smash
Crack rocks ima stash
I just pulled up in a brand new whip
38 up on my hip
Only pure codeine I sip
Drip up on my lip
Aim it at your nips
You gone end up getting ripped
When I pull up in this whip
Cut you off
You gone snipped
I got 1234
Burners on my lap
I sip too too much codeine
Now I gotta take a nap
(Goddam)
If you fuck with me
Im finna snap
Hank Trill on the track
Gotta louie v Bag
They say sway be hard to work with
It's so hard to deal with em
I'm like bro don't take it personal
Been like that since lil niggas
They like sway why you don't fuck with me
It's hard to chill with ya
I cant fuck wit fake
Me and you we cant relate
I wake up and get me some cake
Don't give a fuck bout the rap
I'm bout the action
I ain't with the rapping
These niggas capping
I make it happen
I keep that strap in my fucking jacket
Load up the drac and we let em have it
I left em dead thought I was lacking
One to the head thats automatic
These niggas scared don't want the static
Credits
Writer(s): Ernest Hudson
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