Dont Understand
Glo made that beat?
Like, what?
Grrah
Bitch, grrah
Look
Talk on my name, you didn't put in no pain,
You ain't never touch me, I just don't understand
He tryna' box, put a shot to his hand
Blizzy boppin', I don't wanna dance
Knockas choppin', like, load up the van
Opp huntin', don't run on your mans
It's DOA, you won't see him again
Big EBK, we not linkin' again
Dougie B, nobody bigger than me
Still outside, I ain't dodgin' the heat
All my opps broke, we get guap just to speak
For the guys, yeah, I'm flockin' for free
But, who really ridin' for me?
Different breed, flockin' for you, is you flockin' for me?
No we not doin' cabs 'cause the driver too sleaze
So, Flockas just got us a V
You got caught in a cab, while you coppin' a plea
Doing walk ups, I don't need the V
Spot 'em, I got 'em, turn 'em to a patient
Talk on JayRipK, you gon' meet Jamaica
Rah got swished, I ain't talkin' no Woo
Spin through the Eight like, "What y'all wanna do?"
Talk about knockers, yeah, I got a few
But, hold on, free Fetti
How you told on the cro, that was heavy
Spin through the Well and this shit gon' get messy
You get popped like a perc, you deady
Free Smoke, lemme know if you ready
Talk on my name, you didn't put in no pain,
You ain't never touch me, I just don't understand
He tryna' box, put a shot to his hand
Blizzy boppin', I don't wanna dance
Knockas choppin', like, load up the van
Opp huntin', don't run on your mans
It's DOA, you won't see him again
Big EBK, we not linkin' again
DOA, he got put in the Molly
Fuck his bitch and she calling me Papi
Grab a Glock and go get you some action
Pussy boy better stop all that capping
I been feening to see a YGz lacking
Me and the homies get to the pistol packing
He want the smoke whats brackin
Me and the homies pull up to his doorstep with a ratchet
Uh, this bitch a lil freak
Two hands on the meat
She suck on the dick till she can't even breath
Feel like curry I'm shooting from deep
Shawty choke on the dick
She shove that shit up to deep
When I up better duck
Pussy boy Get hit with the gun
Disrespect and we turn you to runtz
Man, this nigga a dummy grab me a opp
And he hop like a bunny
Grrr, bow, bow
This Niggas don't be wanting the smoke
Pull up with a big ass scope
Red dot all over his motherfucking nose
Grrr, bow, bow, bow, Grr Da bow
Like, what?
Grrah
Bitch, grrah
Look
Talk on my name, you didn't put in no pain,
You ain't never touch me, I just don't understand
He tryna' box, put a shot to his hand
Blizzy boppin', I don't wanna dance
Knockas choppin', like, load up the van
Opp huntin', don't run on your mans
It's DOA, you won't see him again
Big EBK, we not linkin' again
Dougie B, nobody bigger than me
Still outside, I ain't dodgin' the heat
All my opps broke, we get guap just to speak
For the guys, yeah, I'm flockin' for free
But, who really ridin' for me?
Different breed, flockin' for you, is you flockin' for me?
No we not doin' cabs 'cause the driver too sleaze
So, Flockas just got us a V
You got caught in a cab, while you coppin' a plea
Doing walk ups, I don't need the V
Spot 'em, I got 'em, turn 'em to a patient
Talk on JayRipK, you gon' meet Jamaica
Rah got swished, I ain't talkin' no Woo
Spin through the Eight like, "What y'all wanna do?"
Talk about knockers, yeah, I got a few
But, hold on, free Fetti
How you told on the cro, that was heavy
Spin through the Well and this shit gon' get messy
You get popped like a perc, you deady
Free Smoke, lemme know if you ready
Talk on my name, you didn't put in no pain,
You ain't never touch me, I just don't understand
He tryna' box, put a shot to his hand
Blizzy boppin', I don't wanna dance
Knockas choppin', like, load up the van
Opp huntin', don't run on your mans
It's DOA, you won't see him again
Big EBK, we not linkin' again
DOA, he got put in the Molly
Fuck his bitch and she calling me Papi
Grab a Glock and go get you some action
Pussy boy better stop all that capping
I been feening to see a YGz lacking
Me and the homies get to the pistol packing
He want the smoke whats brackin
Me and the homies pull up to his doorstep with a ratchet
Uh, this bitch a lil freak
Two hands on the meat
She suck on the dick till she can't even breath
Feel like curry I'm shooting from deep
Shawty choke on the dick
She shove that shit up to deep
When I up better duck
Pussy boy Get hit with the gun
Disrespect and we turn you to runtz
Man, this nigga a dummy grab me a opp
And he hop like a bunny
Grrr, bow, bow
This Niggas don't be wanting the smoke
Pull up with a big ass scope
Red dot all over his motherfucking nose
Grrr, bow, bow, bow, Grr Da bow
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Writer(s): Giovanni Amerosa
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