White Flag
(DrumDummie make the beat and I'm gon kill it)
(Yea)
White flag thuggin' big .45 ba ba
We gon have your man in a white line
Chuu outside with that Glock nine
Yea, 1 phone call and your life mine
Get to the money don't waste time (Uh)
Drugs can't scramble a made mind
Hoe ass nigga smoke Reggie yea he fake high
Said her throat getting tired told her take five
All my green gon come from that great vine
I ain't tucking no chain you can't take mine
Shooters need payment it's coming through PayPal
I just met the bitch
Same week GMG nigga hit the bitch
Only pick up my phone when I'm making hits
Niggas softer then foam they got sweet in they bones
I get paid for the songs that I own
She said she like me she know that I'm on
She like my cadence, the tone in my song
We droppin' bodies don't care if we wrong
Stay in they prayers I'm making it home
They scamming money but that won't last long
Run out of sheets bet I put him in a bong
1 Way trip with that drug that you on
I'm getting money I ain't tripping no more
I been praying to god I delivered my soul
It's been me and my bros we been trapping with poles
Put that train on your girl after that we can smoke
Keep them guns off the gram we don't need a repost
I ain't even feeling like Heim no more
I ain't even smoking no weed no more
Rackz gon slide with that beam I know
Been loving my girl I can't love no hoe
We all tight in the party, might leave with a body
If Ronn outside your momma gon cry
Twenty three gon slide, got pain in his eyes
E got a line full of junkies tryna buy
I'm always fried she be tripping when I'm high
Demon at night and the light my disguise
Diss 1 of the guys you gon start your demise
And we building a brand GMG enterprise bitch (Yea)
White flag thuggin' big 45 ba ba
We gon have your man in a white line
Chuu outside gon slide with that Glock nine
Yea, one phone call and your life mine
Get to the money don't waste time (Uh)
Drugs can't scramble a made mind
Hoe ass nigga smoke Reggie yea he fake high
GMG
(Yea, yea)
(We gon have your man in a white line uh)
(Hoe ass nigga smoke Reggie yea he fake high)
(Yea)
White flag thuggin' big .45 ba ba
We gon have your man in a white line
Chuu outside with that Glock nine
Yea, 1 phone call and your life mine
Get to the money don't waste time (Uh)
Drugs can't scramble a made mind
Hoe ass nigga smoke Reggie yea he fake high
Said her throat getting tired told her take five
All my green gon come from that great vine
I ain't tucking no chain you can't take mine
Shooters need payment it's coming through PayPal
I just met the bitch
Same week GMG nigga hit the bitch
Only pick up my phone when I'm making hits
Niggas softer then foam they got sweet in they bones
I get paid for the songs that I own
She said she like me she know that I'm on
She like my cadence, the tone in my song
We droppin' bodies don't care if we wrong
Stay in they prayers I'm making it home
They scamming money but that won't last long
Run out of sheets bet I put him in a bong
1 Way trip with that drug that you on
I'm getting money I ain't tripping no more
I been praying to god I delivered my soul
It's been me and my bros we been trapping with poles
Put that train on your girl after that we can smoke
Keep them guns off the gram we don't need a repost
I ain't even feeling like Heim no more
I ain't even smoking no weed no more
Rackz gon slide with that beam I know
Been loving my girl I can't love no hoe
We all tight in the party, might leave with a body
If Ronn outside your momma gon cry
Twenty three gon slide, got pain in his eyes
E got a line full of junkies tryna buy
I'm always fried she be tripping when I'm high
Demon at night and the light my disguise
Diss 1 of the guys you gon start your demise
And we building a brand GMG enterprise bitch (Yea)
White flag thuggin' big 45 ba ba
We gon have your man in a white line
Chuu outside gon slide with that Glock nine
Yea, one phone call and your life mine
Get to the money don't waste time (Uh)
Drugs can't scramble a made mind
Hoe ass nigga smoke Reggie yea he fake high
GMG
(Yea, yea)
(We gon have your man in a white line uh)
(Hoe ass nigga smoke Reggie yea he fake high)
Credits
Writer(s): Jahyem Malcolm
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