No Stomach
Where them ops at bad barber push a Nigga shit back
Don't you say we beefing you'll get hit up with this Big Mac
Know my members tweaking they be gone off them Percocets
Sliding every season we just trying to get our get bacc
All this dope around me and my niggas Sippin Wockhardt
We don't fuck with 12 my dog in jail for shooting cop cars
You don't come around then you a square yea you a pop tart
And my bitch go dummy with the brain but she head smart
Bankroll on me got like four O's on me
Big pole on me tryna take ya soul homie
Big four fingers but we ten toes only
Keep a heater on me cause the streets cold homie
Do a mission solo hitting niggas on my doley
Slide with half a mask on like I'm mick foley
And it's bacc to hitting licks and robbing niggas for they Rolly
He go talk it out with god cause imma leave a nigga holy
Don't you pop out calling me brody I ain't nun you niggas brody
Where them ops at bad barber push a Nigga shit back
Don't you say we beefing you'll get hit up with this Big Mac
Know my members tweaking they be gone off them Percocets
Sliding every season we just trying to get our get bacc
All you niggas blue hat, tall hat, all that fucc'n rap cap
Put some holes in bacc of his head we tryna give that boy a snap bacc
No talking to the feds of you do then you a big rat
Don't you come through flaunting jewelry that's a way to get ya chain snatched
Trap spot jumping I want all blue hunnids
Ten bad bitches and they all ain't got no stomach
I ain't worried bout no niggas all them niggas sweet as honey
Don't you say we beefing you'll get hit up with this Big Mac
Know my members tweaking they be gone off them Percocets
Sliding every season we just trying to get our get bacc
All this dope around me and my niggas Sippin Wockhardt
We don't fuck with 12 my dog in jail for shooting cop cars
You don't come around then you a square yea you a pop tart
And my bitch go dummy with the brain but she head smart
Bankroll on me got like four O's on me
Big pole on me tryna take ya soul homie
Big four fingers but we ten toes only
Keep a heater on me cause the streets cold homie
Do a mission solo hitting niggas on my doley
Slide with half a mask on like I'm mick foley
And it's bacc to hitting licks and robbing niggas for they Rolly
He go talk it out with god cause imma leave a nigga holy
Don't you pop out calling me brody I ain't nun you niggas brody
Where them ops at bad barber push a Nigga shit back
Don't you say we beefing you'll get hit up with this Big Mac
Know my members tweaking they be gone off them Percocets
Sliding every season we just trying to get our get bacc
All you niggas blue hat, tall hat, all that fucc'n rap cap
Put some holes in bacc of his head we tryna give that boy a snap bacc
No talking to the feds of you do then you a big rat
Don't you come through flaunting jewelry that's a way to get ya chain snatched
Trap spot jumping I want all blue hunnids
Ten bad bitches and they all ain't got no stomach
I ain't worried bout no niggas all them niggas sweet as honey
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Writer(s): Flacco Ramirez
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