Merch 4 Sale

(Davi)
Won't run from no one
Gone and let him know
We can box it out
Or we can let it blow
Eeny mini, miny moe
It's a lot of niggas
Who ain't coming home
He made a shirt
With his partner on it
We the reason
Why these niggas selling merch
Don't be the reason
We don't shoot the ones
If I swing they swinging
Now we having fun

Oh it's party
You in the middle
Foot prints to his face
He wish he brought his pistol
Won't do no good
That boy too afraid
They seen him up a pole and
Watched his hand shake
Ooo (Oh my god)
Now I know the vibe
He ain't trying to die
So he gone stay inside
Okay, okay, okay
How we about to play it
Post outside the crib
Where his man's stay
Bow (Gat Gat)
Yea
We move too official
All my niggas Alphas
We can't keep it civil
He be on the net
I'm finna log him off
Caught him off a perk
I left him nodding off

Won't run from no one
Gone and let him know
We can box it out
Or we can let it blow
Eeny mini, miny moe
It's a lot of niggas
Who ain't coming home
He made a shirt
With his partner on it
We the reason
Why these niggas selling merch
Don't be the reason
We don't shoot the ones
If I swing they swinging
Now we having fun



Credits
Writer(s): Gustavo Henrique, Davie Roland
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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