Hide and Seek
What you wan do we could do what you want
What's a fight with a gun in my trunk
Big glah boom what the fuck is you dumb
Call up Bandz cause he good with the pump
Niggas be hiding like we don't be seeking
Thermal scope I could see where he breathing
High tech I could hear when he creeping
Run down gang make the preachers do preaching
Hole in his head put a shell in his noggin
Gun tall, throw bullets like Johnson
Come gimme neck baby gimme the conscience
Cause I don't wanna deal with ya nonsense
We on the opp side gotta move tact
Big ol' drum put a O in ya back
And I got the chop leave his head on his lap
Damn, they gon give Meechie the max
Na i'm playing, this shit cap
Sike i'm lying, this shit facts
Not talking money stop hitting my jack
Heard you dropping my E boy you better not lack
Wanna play hide and seek, I know where they be
There they go hiding behind that tree
And there go brodie right under the V
Caught a shot to the head cause he ain't have the keys
What you wan do we could do what you want
What's a fight with a gun in my trunk
Big glah boom what the fuck is you dumb
Call up Bandz cause he good with the pump
Niggas be hiding like we don't be seeking
Thermal scope I could see where he breathing
High tech I could hear when he creeping
Run down gang make the preachers do preaching
Undefeated, niggas can't beat me
Call me John Cena you bitches can't see me
Cause i'm working the industry need me
Don't give me problems you just gotta please me
Gotta get it my people too needy
Codeine got me speaking so freely
Red bone in my phone call her Tee Tee
Wanna love her but shawty too neaky
Never again will they be saying free me
Made it out I was locked in the cage
Not counting money just counting the days
My mama was hurting I can't see her face
Me and my woadie was racing the jakes
Woke up in the pound ian talking no cake
Working out with the blick I done got me some weight
I'm the best in the E niggas get out the way
What you wan do we could do what you want
What's a fight with a gun in my trunk
Big glah boom what the fuck is you dumb
Call up Bandz cause he good with the pump
Niggas be hiding like we don't be seeking
Thermal scope I could see where he breathing
High tech I could hear when he creeping
Run down gang make the preachers do preaching
Run down gang, preachers do preaching
Run down gang make the preachers do preaching
What's a fight with a gun in my trunk
Big glah boom what the fuck is you dumb
Call up Bandz cause he good with the pump
Niggas be hiding like we don't be seeking
Thermal scope I could see where he breathing
High tech I could hear when he creeping
Run down gang make the preachers do preaching
Hole in his head put a shell in his noggin
Gun tall, throw bullets like Johnson
Come gimme neck baby gimme the conscience
Cause I don't wanna deal with ya nonsense
We on the opp side gotta move tact
Big ol' drum put a O in ya back
And I got the chop leave his head on his lap
Damn, they gon give Meechie the max
Na i'm playing, this shit cap
Sike i'm lying, this shit facts
Not talking money stop hitting my jack
Heard you dropping my E boy you better not lack
Wanna play hide and seek, I know where they be
There they go hiding behind that tree
And there go brodie right under the V
Caught a shot to the head cause he ain't have the keys
What you wan do we could do what you want
What's a fight with a gun in my trunk
Big glah boom what the fuck is you dumb
Call up Bandz cause he good with the pump
Niggas be hiding like we don't be seeking
Thermal scope I could see where he breathing
High tech I could hear when he creeping
Run down gang make the preachers do preaching
Undefeated, niggas can't beat me
Call me John Cena you bitches can't see me
Cause i'm working the industry need me
Don't give me problems you just gotta please me
Gotta get it my people too needy
Codeine got me speaking so freely
Red bone in my phone call her Tee Tee
Wanna love her but shawty too neaky
Never again will they be saying free me
Made it out I was locked in the cage
Not counting money just counting the days
My mama was hurting I can't see her face
Me and my woadie was racing the jakes
Woke up in the pound ian talking no cake
Working out with the blick I done got me some weight
I'm the best in the E niggas get out the way
What you wan do we could do what you want
What's a fight with a gun in my trunk
Big glah boom what the fuck is you dumb
Call up Bandz cause he good with the pump
Niggas be hiding like we don't be seeking
Thermal scope I could see where he breathing
High tech I could hear when he creeping
Run down gang make the preachers do preaching
Run down gang, preachers do preaching
Run down gang make the preachers do preaching
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Writer(s): Ma’chi Thompson
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