In My Way
(I'm tryna run this money up I ain't even worried bout u fuck niggas)
(nlmb cbc shii)
I'm tryna run this money up, u niggas in my way
Brodie gotta hunnid in that stick, hunnid in that drake
We run around wit shiestys on screamin fuck the jakes
We ain't buckin for no 3.5 man we want that 8th
Man we want that zip, steal it in yo face
Bet not see no flake behind this whip imma let it spray
Y these niggas hate, cuz my team winnin
Throw yo boa to the gang so we get to glitchin
Y these niggas snitchin actin like some bitches
Me & gang pop out from that cut & we get to hittin
Hit em in his dome, he couldn't make it home
Dawg say when u go on kappas gotta leave yo phone
Like the smell of dead niggas match this is not cologne
Birds of a feather flock together I can't leave my bro's
Man I need a new bitch my girl think I'm wit some hoes
(Damn, say we cuttin up)
Damn, say we cuttin up (huh, huh)
We don't give no fuck
Catch em outta bounds wit the gang then he gettin jumped
Catch em outta bounds wit the gang we gon fill em up
Everyday he lackin he get tried better keep it tucked
40 on my hip extendo mag we ain't gettin touched
Skrt off in the Lott this SRT all u see is dust
If he try my gang nlmb ima let it buss
(nlmb cbc shii)
I'm tryna run this money up, u niggas in my way
Brodie gotta hunnid in that stick, hunnid in that drake
We run around wit shiestys on screamin fuck the jakes
We ain't buckin for no 3.5 man we want that 8th
Man we want that zip, steal it in yo face
Bet not see no flake behind this whip imma let it spray
Y these niggas hate, cuz my team winnin
Throw yo boa to the gang so we get to glitchin
Y these niggas snitchin actin like some bitches
Me & gang pop out from that cut & we get to hittin
Hit em in his dome, he couldn't make it home
Dawg say when u go on kappas gotta leave yo phone
Like the smell of dead niggas match this is not cologne
Birds of a feather flock together I can't leave my bro's
Man I need a new bitch my girl think I'm wit some hoes
(Damn, say we cuttin up)
Damn, say we cuttin up (huh, huh)
We don't give no fuck
Catch em outta bounds wit the gang then he gettin jumped
Catch em outta bounds wit the gang we gon fill em up
Everyday he lackin he get tried better keep it tucked
40 on my hip extendo mag we ain't gettin touched
Skrt off in the Lott this SRT all u see is dust
If he try my gang nlmb ima let it buss
Credits
Writer(s): Nlmb Twinn
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