The Wall (feat. DizzDot)
Yo, listen
I'm trying to catch me a opp on roads and leave his brains on the wall
Your homie just got halaled
For him, you better ball
I gotta keep me a glock with a switch every time I walk in the mall
I got no time to stall
I don't need to make a call
I said I don't need new homies
Want a big crib fuck buying rollies
Three deep in a four door stoley
Think your bod my yute try show me
Uh, try test me
Don't know why they all try to vex me
Don't know why the opp bitches text me
I'll back it out you can't press me
Yo broski there's a opp right there up it up with no hesitation
Don't run don't trip these bullets gon catch you and you know we won't graze him
We spinning that block if I spot him I got him you know I ain't got no patience
And you know we hop out gang you know we ain't got no time for the waiting
I'm trying to catch me a opp on roads and leave his brains on the wall
Your homie just got halaled
For him, you better ball
I gotta keep me a glock with a switch every time I walk in the mall
I got no time to stall
I don't need to make a call
I said I don't need new homies
Want a big crib fuck buying rollies
Three deep in a four door stoley
Think your bod my yute try show me
Uh, try test me
Don't know why they all try to vex me
Don't know why the opp bitches text me
I'll back it out you can't press me
I'm trying to catch me a opp on roads and leave his brains on the wall
Your homie just got halaled
For him, you better ball
I gotta keep me a glock with a switch every time I walk in the mall
I got no time to stall
I don't need to make a call
I said I don't need new homies
Want a big crib fuck buying rollies
Three deep in a four door stoley
Think your bod my yute try show me
Uh, try test me
Don't know why they all try to vex me
Don't know why the opp bitches text me
I'll back it out you can't press me
Yo broski there's a opp right there up it up with no hesitation
Don't run don't trip these bullets gon catch you and you know we won't graze him
We spinning that block if I spot him I got him you know I ain't got no patience
And you know we hop out gang you know we ain't got no time for the waiting
I'm trying to catch me a opp on roads and leave his brains on the wall
Your homie just got halaled
For him, you better ball
I gotta keep me a glock with a switch every time I walk in the mall
I got no time to stall
I don't need to make a call
I said I don't need new homies
Want a big crib fuck buying rollies
Three deep in a four door stoley
Think your bod my yute try show me
Uh, try test me
Don't know why they all try to vex me
Don't know why the opp bitches text me
I'll back it out you can't press me
Credits
Writer(s): Dopeboy Dq
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