Disappear
Oh yeah yeah yeah yeah
Oh yeah yeah yeah yeah
Oh yeah yeah yeah yeah
A lot of these niggas be flexing
I got a bad bitch I fuck her in Texas
Shoutout to my homies living in Essex
Money be calling it never be texting
Money be calling so I don't be stressing
Pray to the lord cause I caught all my blessings
Don't got a sword it's a stick for my weapons
Gave her my word she ain't know that I kept it
She ain't know I was a real nigga
Don't make me go get the steel nigga
I got a brick and I make it disappear like I'm a wizard Bradley Beal nigga
I ain't Trippie Redd and I ain't tripping nigga you know we could really kill niggas
Looking back on the love where it went
I just went spent a dub on my wrist
We gone set him up just like he was a tent
Work for free so I Ian't gotta pay em shit
Brokest niggas in the gang could pay yo rent
Hundred thousand on a chain I slang the clip
Me to you that's like a dime to a nick
Thinking back on the time that we spent
Shooter chain its got shine in the VIP
I ain't never lied bout the clip
Niggas know I really got a 50
I be smoking shit like I'm a hippie
Want the gold like my name was Whoopi
Lot of niggas say they out too get me
Lot of niggas say they want my bitches
Lot of niggas say they want my life
Lot of niggas say they want my riches
Lot of niggas really want my wife
I was finna wear the black I was feeling off today so I threw on the white
Ima pull up with a Mac like we playing golf today I knock him outa sight
Nigga pull up with that iron on me
I bought a Rollie the time on me
VV the diamonds gone shine on me
No we ain't straight ain't no line on me
She ain't know I was a real nigga
Don't make me go get the steel nigga
I got a brick and I make it disappear like I'm a wizard Bradley Beal nigga
I ain't Trippie Redd and I ain't tripping nigga you know we could really kill niggas
Looking back on the love where it went
I just went spent a dub on my wrist
Spend that cash so fast it's blurry
My chain cold like a McFlurry
Said he gone run up but bitch I ain't worried
She want the dick so I told her to hurry
Shoot out the stick so I feel like I'm Curry
Rari the whip so i'm taking a journey
Won't tell em shit you can call my attorney
Nigga pull up with a Mac like I'm Bernie
She call me a dog so I say I'm courage
Hop in the store bouta splurge
We used to wait on the third
I'm from the trenches the fuck is the burbs
I push the engine and fly like a bird
Fuck it forget it I know what I heard
All of my bitches in white like a nurse
In white like a nurse
She ain't know I was a real nigga
Don't make me go get the steel nigga
I got a brick and I make it disappear like I'm a wizard Bradley Beal nigga
I ain't Trippie Redd and I ain't tripping nigga you know we could really kill niggas
Looking back on the love where it went
I just went spent a dub on my wrist
Oh yeah yeah yeah yeah
I just went spent a dub on my wrist
Oh yeah yeah yeah yeah
Think I might leave the club with yo bitch
Oh yeah yeah yeah yeah
Oh yeah yeah yeah yeah
Oh yeah yeah yeah yeah
Oh yeah yeah yeah yeah
A lot of these niggas be flexing
I got a bad bitch I fuck her in Texas
Shoutout to my homies living in Essex
Money be calling it never be texting
Money be calling so I don't be stressing
Pray to the lord cause I caught all my blessings
Don't got a sword it's a stick for my weapons
Gave her my word she ain't know that I kept it
She ain't know I was a real nigga
Don't make me go get the steel nigga
I got a brick and I make it disappear like I'm a wizard Bradley Beal nigga
I ain't Trippie Redd and I ain't tripping nigga you know we could really kill niggas
Looking back on the love where it went
I just went spent a dub on my wrist
We gone set him up just like he was a tent
Work for free so I Ian't gotta pay em shit
Brokest niggas in the gang could pay yo rent
Hundred thousand on a chain I slang the clip
Me to you that's like a dime to a nick
Thinking back on the time that we spent
Shooter chain its got shine in the VIP
I ain't never lied bout the clip
Niggas know I really got a 50
I be smoking shit like I'm a hippie
Want the gold like my name was Whoopi
Lot of niggas say they out too get me
Lot of niggas say they want my bitches
Lot of niggas say they want my life
Lot of niggas say they want my riches
Lot of niggas really want my wife
I was finna wear the black I was feeling off today so I threw on the white
Ima pull up with a Mac like we playing golf today I knock him outa sight
Nigga pull up with that iron on me
I bought a Rollie the time on me
VV the diamonds gone shine on me
No we ain't straight ain't no line on me
She ain't know I was a real nigga
Don't make me go get the steel nigga
I got a brick and I make it disappear like I'm a wizard Bradley Beal nigga
I ain't Trippie Redd and I ain't tripping nigga you know we could really kill niggas
Looking back on the love where it went
I just went spent a dub on my wrist
Spend that cash so fast it's blurry
My chain cold like a McFlurry
Said he gone run up but bitch I ain't worried
She want the dick so I told her to hurry
Shoot out the stick so I feel like I'm Curry
Rari the whip so i'm taking a journey
Won't tell em shit you can call my attorney
Nigga pull up with a Mac like I'm Bernie
She call me a dog so I say I'm courage
Hop in the store bouta splurge
We used to wait on the third
I'm from the trenches the fuck is the burbs
I push the engine and fly like a bird
Fuck it forget it I know what I heard
All of my bitches in white like a nurse
In white like a nurse
She ain't know I was a real nigga
Don't make me go get the steel nigga
I got a brick and I make it disappear like I'm a wizard Bradley Beal nigga
I ain't Trippie Redd and I ain't tripping nigga you know we could really kill niggas
Looking back on the love where it went
I just went spent a dub on my wrist
Oh yeah yeah yeah yeah
I just went spent a dub on my wrist
Oh yeah yeah yeah yeah
Think I might leave the club with yo bitch
Oh yeah yeah yeah yeah
Oh yeah yeah yeah yeah
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Writer(s): Calen Davis
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