Watch When I Land (O) [feat. SjLando]
Man, niggas getting mad cause we took they bitch
Shid I'd be mad too if a nigga like me came along haha
I'm on the way
We got them cutters gon cut off his face
Draco leave hicceys
Send shots to his kidney
Speed limit 60 im doing 120
I turn buss a left
Fucc on a bitch we don't ever take breaths
Sending me hate cause he know i'm the best
And he know i'll kill em
Talk to them hoes we don't ever stress women
We get to the cars you get to yo feelings
I'm still kinda toxic she'll never quit healing
My bitch got an office we fucc on the ceiling
My niggas retarded, yo niggas is bitches
The surgeon is tired he can not stop stitching
That's a 7.62 he'll be quiet and listen
Bitch, niggas is jokes and they'll always be lame
Niggas is dead, tryna find em in fame
Still can't believe what the pussy was sayin
He said he gon catch me
Stretch me
Saw him public it was up and he knew that
P80 tucced and he almost got blew bacc
If i ain't have it on me i'll beat his ass blue-black
But bacc to story, these niggas is scary
They ain't got no weapons, they can't even carry
(so what is you talking for, bitch?)
Still got my cutter i don't need a sticc
Im feeling like granny go out get a switch
I never switched up and i never switched sides
You all up on insta and you tweakin on live
And yo bitch kinda fine but i'm too fuccin loyal
Get caught out of bounds you a plant in the soil
And yo jewelry straight glass it's aluminum foil
Caught that nigga slippin in the A'
Hit him 4 times in his face
Now he go MIA (he gone)
That boy he was CIA (he a opp!)
But if I slip, no one safe (bitch!)
Middle grade was mad cause I done broke the bank
This 9mm done broke his face
Now he can't see, he legally blind
This gun is mine but ain't legally mine
Try to make it, eat it, just about time
Net talking I don't play about mine
Purge shit, i can play with your mind (Wooh)
He don't even know what to think
I just poured a 4 inside my drink
Military shithole inside my tank (bitch!)
We been in the kitchen
Water whippin'
Bad bitches doing the dishes
Nigga you not in the picture
I carry a pistol
I'm putting a hole in your image
Bad bitch she blasian, she starting to blemish
Cooking up dope just like I was a chemist
Ar-15 we gon shoot at your kidneys
Stop all that talking and start keeping your distance
Shid I'd be mad too if a nigga like me came along haha
I'm on the way
We got them cutters gon cut off his face
Draco leave hicceys
Send shots to his kidney
Speed limit 60 im doing 120
I turn buss a left
Fucc on a bitch we don't ever take breaths
Sending me hate cause he know i'm the best
And he know i'll kill em
Talk to them hoes we don't ever stress women
We get to the cars you get to yo feelings
I'm still kinda toxic she'll never quit healing
My bitch got an office we fucc on the ceiling
My niggas retarded, yo niggas is bitches
The surgeon is tired he can not stop stitching
That's a 7.62 he'll be quiet and listen
Bitch, niggas is jokes and they'll always be lame
Niggas is dead, tryna find em in fame
Still can't believe what the pussy was sayin
He said he gon catch me
Stretch me
Saw him public it was up and he knew that
P80 tucced and he almost got blew bacc
If i ain't have it on me i'll beat his ass blue-black
But bacc to story, these niggas is scary
They ain't got no weapons, they can't even carry
(so what is you talking for, bitch?)
Still got my cutter i don't need a sticc
Im feeling like granny go out get a switch
I never switched up and i never switched sides
You all up on insta and you tweakin on live
And yo bitch kinda fine but i'm too fuccin loyal
Get caught out of bounds you a plant in the soil
And yo jewelry straight glass it's aluminum foil
Caught that nigga slippin in the A'
Hit him 4 times in his face
Now he go MIA (he gone)
That boy he was CIA (he a opp!)
But if I slip, no one safe (bitch!)
Middle grade was mad cause I done broke the bank
This 9mm done broke his face
Now he can't see, he legally blind
This gun is mine but ain't legally mine
Try to make it, eat it, just about time
Net talking I don't play about mine
Purge shit, i can play with your mind (Wooh)
He don't even know what to think
I just poured a 4 inside my drink
Military shithole inside my tank (bitch!)
We been in the kitchen
Water whippin'
Bad bitches doing the dishes
Nigga you not in the picture
I carry a pistol
I'm putting a hole in your image
Bad bitch she blasian, she starting to blemish
Cooking up dope just like I was a chemist
Ar-15 we gon shoot at your kidneys
Stop all that talking and start keeping your distance
Credits
Writer(s): J S, L S
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