Freddie N Jason
I ain't even worried 'bout none
I'll hit a nigga up, leave a nigga layed out in the streets
Niggas be dissin' on Instagram stories
I see lil' bro, he got slapped with the heat
Niggas be thinkin' this gang shit fun
But you gotta keep a gun when you out in these streets
Boy don't forget, I was just at yo spot
Posted, clutchin' my strap fo' a week
Yo hoe she fuckin' and suckin', walk down gang
Got this lil' hoe fuckin' up her knees
I shoot one, he shoot two
I send four to his neck, now his ass can't breathe
I was just up a block, totin' a pole handlin' drugs, sellin' weed
I was 'round robbers and thief's
Walk down shit, gotta brand new pole every week
I'm tryna catch me a body, hop out like Scotty
Itchin' to catch 'em and rob 'em
We stand over a body, get up beside him, turn his ass right to a hommy
He wanna die for a body, gotta nice cell
Start cryin' turn into a mommy
He was itchin' for a body
Talkin' to 50, I turned into another Scotty
I ain't even worried 'bout none
I'll hit a nigga up, leave a nigga layed out in the streets
Niggas be dissin' on Instagram stories
I see lil' bro, he got slapped with the heat
Niggas be thinkin' this gang shit fun
But you gotta keep a gun when you out in these streets
Boy don't forget, I was just at yo spot
Posted, clutchin' my strap fo' a week
I'll hit a nigga up, leave a nigga layed out in the streets
Niggas be dissin' on Instagram stories
I see lil' bro, he got slapped with the heat
Niggas be thinkin' this gang shit fun
But you gotta keep a gun when you out in these streets
Boy don't forget, I was just at yo spot
Posted, clutchin' my strap fo' a week
Yo hoe she fuckin' and suckin', walk down gang
Got this lil' hoe fuckin' up her knees
I shoot one, he shoot two
I send four to his neck, now his ass can't breathe
I was just up a block, totin' a pole handlin' drugs, sellin' weed
I was 'round robbers and thief's
Walk down shit, gotta brand new pole every week
I'm tryna catch me a body, hop out like Scotty
Itchin' to catch 'em and rob 'em
We stand over a body, get up beside him, turn his ass right to a hommy
He wanna die for a body, gotta nice cell
Start cryin' turn into a mommy
He was itchin' for a body
Talkin' to 50, I turned into another Scotty
I ain't even worried 'bout none
I'll hit a nigga up, leave a nigga layed out in the streets
Niggas be dissin' on Instagram stories
I see lil' bro, he got slapped with the heat
Niggas be thinkin' this gang shit fun
But you gotta keep a gun when you out in these streets
Boy don't forget, I was just at yo spot
Posted, clutchin' my strap fo' a week
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Writer(s): Lil 50
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