8 Ball (feat. Doe Boy)
Okay okay okay
I won't change for shit
And I tie my shoes up will not trip bout a bitch
It's enough he acting
Okay again I say, I will not change for shit
And I tie my shoes up, will not trip 'bout a bitch
Oh, it's enough, he acting tough, pass shots out like a fifth
I glued my foot to that gas ain't trying to stop for shit
You can't even pay for my bitch, ain't got enough expenses
Is he a shooter, or a killer, you got to know the difference
Baby I be trying to mind my business, I don't know them n***as
All these drugs if I die, I don't think They want my kidneys
All these n***as kitty, bitches they just good for bitchin
Fuck the net, boy, log offline and go hop on your business
Milly your block with chops, I'm on feet now, I was out the window
Bitch don't touch me, most you doing is giving my dick a hickey
Uh Uh Uh
Fuck is that bitch is that my whole city wicked
Y'all is not steppers, y'all whole crew full of paralyzed bitches
Bitch, now, where did I go wrong
I had NFL dreams, but thirteen I was running in homes
God can be my witness, your shit unlocked and you wasn't at home
Son, how the fuck u get all them damn shoes, these from my Bros
That's what I told her, devil on my shoulder
I ain't living right, hug Ray Ray tight when I hold her
Mama baby hold his own, I'm thugging how I'm post to
Before you run off I'm gone walk up, thought I told you
I Thought I told you
Before you run off I'm gone walk up I thought I told you
You better run Forrest, run Forrest, run
Bitch I thought I told you, we in them mini vans wit drums
If I said then I mean it, if that shit came off my tongue
This shit personal before I kill him take off my mask and my gloves n***as
Seen him on the remembrance page "aha" I just struggled n***as
Scrolled past but really wanted to comment fuck that, fuck n***as
Then I called n***as that put him on there like "what up" n***as
Say we rappers, like the Opps, don't know n***as we touched n***as
Shoot any where, I don't care, rapper who, rapper where
Stepped in Givenchy, black Air Force activity don't make grab a pair
Why you say you shot at me, you see me you clapped the air
Know I rep that bird, but sorry I'm not up there, it's stuck there
Play I up the Kay, dump and spray, now I'm up Up The Way, making jokes with Ray
Laughing at that pussy boy bout how he tried to run away
He tried to run away but he couldn't get away
Bitch
I won't change for shit
And I tie my shoes up will not trip bout a bitch
It's enough he acting
Okay again I say, I will not change for shit
And I tie my shoes up, will not trip 'bout a bitch
Oh, it's enough, he acting tough, pass shots out like a fifth
I glued my foot to that gas ain't trying to stop for shit
You can't even pay for my bitch, ain't got enough expenses
Is he a shooter, or a killer, you got to know the difference
Baby I be trying to mind my business, I don't know them n***as
All these drugs if I die, I don't think They want my kidneys
All these n***as kitty, bitches they just good for bitchin
Fuck the net, boy, log offline and go hop on your business
Milly your block with chops, I'm on feet now, I was out the window
Bitch don't touch me, most you doing is giving my dick a hickey
Uh Uh Uh
Fuck is that bitch is that my whole city wicked
Y'all is not steppers, y'all whole crew full of paralyzed bitches
Bitch, now, where did I go wrong
I had NFL dreams, but thirteen I was running in homes
God can be my witness, your shit unlocked and you wasn't at home
Son, how the fuck u get all them damn shoes, these from my Bros
That's what I told her, devil on my shoulder
I ain't living right, hug Ray Ray tight when I hold her
Mama baby hold his own, I'm thugging how I'm post to
Before you run off I'm gone walk up, thought I told you
I Thought I told you
Before you run off I'm gone walk up I thought I told you
You better run Forrest, run Forrest, run
Bitch I thought I told you, we in them mini vans wit drums
If I said then I mean it, if that shit came off my tongue
This shit personal before I kill him take off my mask and my gloves n***as
Seen him on the remembrance page "aha" I just struggled n***as
Scrolled past but really wanted to comment fuck that, fuck n***as
Then I called n***as that put him on there like "what up" n***as
Say we rappers, like the Opps, don't know n***as we touched n***as
Shoot any where, I don't care, rapper who, rapper where
Stepped in Givenchy, black Air Force activity don't make grab a pair
Why you say you shot at me, you see me you clapped the air
Know I rep that bird, but sorry I'm not up there, it's stuck there
Play I up the Kay, dump and spray, now I'm up Up The Way, making jokes with Ray
Laughing at that pussy boy bout how he tried to run away
He tried to run away but he couldn't get away
Bitch
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Writer(s): Big Flame
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