HIM
We had him running like it was a race
Catch a opp he get one to the face
Diss on the gang then I'm catching a case
Opp thot tried to play and got hit through her lace
Call Ty he shoot like he Steph
Ran up and got hit in his chest
No leg shots we gon aim for the neck
And if you want the smoke then I'm taking that bet
Pop out in a coupe like "Oh that's him"
Touch my chain then I'm breaking a limb
Caught him out in the cold ran him down in some timbs
Smoking opps you'll think this
Was Hol up
(Dis Za-Za)
With this Glock imma spray
Wont hesitate I keep a drac
In the back of the party they screaming my name
He got beef with the guys I was out with his main
Wait
And that's facts no cap
Run off you catch one to the back
Wont lack stay strapped
Thot on my body she wanna relax
He tried to run away and he got shot
Nigga I keep me a Glock
What
Ty stay with a mop
Thirty or better we knock off your top
What
I keep a stick in the trunk for the O's
(We O's)
All my niggas we really on go
I got love for all of my bros
I aimed with that knock and I knocked off his fro
We had him running like it was a race
Catch a opp he get one to the face
Diss on the gang then I'm catching a case
Opp thot tried to play and got hit through her lace
Call Ty he shoot like he Steph
Ran up and got hit in his chest
No leg shots we gon aim for the neck
And if you want the smoke then I'm taking that bet
Catch a opp he get one to the face
Diss on the gang then I'm catching a case
Opp thot tried to play and got hit through her lace
Call Ty he shoot like he Steph
Ran up and got hit in his chest
No leg shots we gon aim for the neck
And if you want the smoke then I'm taking that bet
Pop out in a coupe like "Oh that's him"
Touch my chain then I'm breaking a limb
Caught him out in the cold ran him down in some timbs
Smoking opps you'll think this
Was Hol up
(Dis Za-Za)
With this Glock imma spray
Wont hesitate I keep a drac
In the back of the party they screaming my name
He got beef with the guys I was out with his main
Wait
And that's facts no cap
Run off you catch one to the back
Wont lack stay strapped
Thot on my body she wanna relax
He tried to run away and he got shot
Nigga I keep me a Glock
What
Ty stay with a mop
Thirty or better we knock off your top
What
I keep a stick in the trunk for the O's
(We O's)
All my niggas we really on go
I got love for all of my bros
I aimed with that knock and I knocked off his fro
We had him running like it was a race
Catch a opp he get one to the face
Diss on the gang then I'm catching a case
Opp thot tried to play and got hit through her lace
Call Ty he shoot like he Steph
Ran up and got hit in his chest
No leg shots we gon aim for the neck
And if you want the smoke then I'm taking that bet
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Writer(s): Jonathan Marrow
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