No Manners
Carrying bitches I ain't got no manners
Carry extensions I don't fuck with standards
He ain't have no mask and he did it on camera
We jugging from Skii to Atlanta
Pulled up on the opps and that shit look abandoned
We start wilding out he was knicked with his cannon
I know he a rapper say he a trapper start sending that shit nigga turned to a dancer
We start fucking slow but I start going faster
Emotional bitch I think she a cancer
She blowing me up she like why you don't answer
You be slowing me up bitch you already know the answer
Ain't no glowing me up bitch I did it my damn self
Fuck a shooter I'm shooting my damn self
Arp that's a handheld
Ring the alarm bitch we ringing your bell
Pussycat nigga you swinging your tail
He know some shit I really hope he don't tell
Another pussy nigga singing oh well
Fuck out the field go get a job at Modell's
Hotel party we gone rob the hotel
I masked up but he still know my voice
He probably know me or he probably won't tell
Before we go I need to grab some more shells
I call the plug it's time to grab some more bells
Too much diddies probably grab some more scales
Flip some shit and send shit up to the jails
Free prints a hundred pics in the mail
A hundred clips a hundred sticks around the L
They block got hit I had to swap the glick
Heard detectives found the shells
There go twelve time to bail
How you try spin and you crashed out
Smoking on who when I see him I flash out
Before your shooter died we was the ones had him running a fast route
Caught him down bad he was assed out
So much za feel like Ima pass out bitches come around you see titties and ass out
Really that nigga the one who they ask bout
Carrying bitches I ain't got no manners
Carry extensions I don't fuck with standards
He ain't have no mask and he did it on camera
We jugging from Skii to Atlanta
Pulled up on the opps and that shit look abandoned
We start wilding out he was knicked with his cannon
I know he a rapper say he a trapper start sending that shit nigga turned to a dancer
We start fucking slow but I start going faster
Emotional bitch I think she a cancer
She blowing me up she like why you don't answer
You be slowing me up bitch you already know the answer
Ain't no glowing me up bitch I did it my damn self
Fuck a shooter I'm shooting my damn self
Arp that's a handheld
Ring the alarm bitch we ringing your bell
Pussycat nigga you swinging your tail
Carry extensions I don't fuck with standards
He ain't have no mask and he did it on camera
We jugging from Skii to Atlanta
Pulled up on the opps and that shit look abandoned
We start wilding out he was knicked with his cannon
I know he a rapper say he a trapper start sending that shit nigga turned to a dancer
We start fucking slow but I start going faster
Emotional bitch I think she a cancer
She blowing me up she like why you don't answer
You be slowing me up bitch you already know the answer
Ain't no glowing me up bitch I did it my damn self
Fuck a shooter I'm shooting my damn self
Arp that's a handheld
Ring the alarm bitch we ringing your bell
Pussycat nigga you swinging your tail
He know some shit I really hope he don't tell
Another pussy nigga singing oh well
Fuck out the field go get a job at Modell's
Hotel party we gone rob the hotel
I masked up but he still know my voice
He probably know me or he probably won't tell
Before we go I need to grab some more shells
I call the plug it's time to grab some more bells
Too much diddies probably grab some more scales
Flip some shit and send shit up to the jails
Free prints a hundred pics in the mail
A hundred clips a hundred sticks around the L
They block got hit I had to swap the glick
Heard detectives found the shells
There go twelve time to bail
How you try spin and you crashed out
Smoking on who when I see him I flash out
Before your shooter died we was the ones had him running a fast route
Caught him down bad he was assed out
So much za feel like Ima pass out bitches come around you see titties and ass out
Really that nigga the one who they ask bout
Carrying bitches I ain't got no manners
Carry extensions I don't fuck with standards
He ain't have no mask and he did it on camera
We jugging from Skii to Atlanta
Pulled up on the opps and that shit look abandoned
We start wilding out he was knicked with his cannon
I know he a rapper say he a trapper start sending that shit nigga turned to a dancer
We start fucking slow but I start going faster
Emotional bitch I think she a cancer
She blowing me up she like why you don't answer
You be slowing me up bitch you already know the answer
Ain't no glowing me up bitch I did it my damn self
Fuck a shooter I'm shooting my damn self
Arp that's a handheld
Ring the alarm bitch we ringing your bell
Pussycat nigga you swinging your tail
Credits
Writer(s): Habib Yansaneh
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