No Defamation.
Gang said turn up so I turnt up
You'll think we they brought scissors how Gang f****** cut up
I'll cook a n**** naw I ain't talking chicken tender
Catch a n**** up in traffic leave em in a fender bender
Look...
I ain't got time to be playing wit these h**
B**** I'm sticking to the trapping cuz this the life I chose
All this money out here why would I kick it wit you h***
And I'm still trynna f*** so b**** touch yo toes
N**** talm bout slime I f***** around wiped his nose
I know these 223s bound to rip right through yo clothes
So don't f*** wit me Cuz if you get in that jam you gone fold
I bet I throw up Bzzz right before I blow wit these poles
So yo homie ain't gotta ask He gone know who just scored it
I be f****** wit the lords and I know a couple moes
I got these p**** n***** mad cuz I be f****** on they h***
They say this dope be ova funky yea bet it smell gross
Don't diss or get hit in yo s*** My n***** dont miss gone head rest in p***
Yo b**** she all on my d*** She think that I'm hard but it's really my blick
N***** b****** I go on my own yall dissing on Phones Im out onna hit
F*** some fame ion wanna be known I need me some stacks n***** trynna get on
Babygirl I'm all in my zone I'm all off the dope mSo just give me some dome
If you ain't f****** b**** what you here for
If you ain't talking green what you here for
You ain't shooting what you toting the Mac for
I Just smoked me a ounce I need 10 more
All my n***** they really be cutthroat
You diss onna gang and get backdoored
Hope a n**** ain't waiting at the backdoor
You think you heard Whitney the way that this gat flow
Got yo b**** inna backseat shorty wanna throat me
Told me just to keep it onna d low
Ion really like to diss n***** but if I wanna diss n***** I bet ain't n**** gone touch me tho
I remember when them goofy a** boys really tried me I pulled up beatem at the corner store
Got the whole gang in this b**** Make it rain in this b****
H*** shaking a** onna floor
Yea I got the whole gang in this b**** We gone bang in this b****
Leave yo body leaking on the floor
And you n***** can't hang in this b**** Watch yo lane in this b****
Cuz you n***** be a bunch of h***
Got yo b**** getting naked in my camera roll
Pour a fifth when I'm sippin wit a basic h**
You'll think we they brought scissors how Gang f****** cut up
I'll cook a n**** naw I ain't talking chicken tender
Catch a n**** up in traffic leave em in a fender bender
Look...
I ain't got time to be playing wit these h**
B**** I'm sticking to the trapping cuz this the life I chose
All this money out here why would I kick it wit you h***
And I'm still trynna f*** so b**** touch yo toes
N**** talm bout slime I f***** around wiped his nose
I know these 223s bound to rip right through yo clothes
So don't f*** wit me Cuz if you get in that jam you gone fold
I bet I throw up Bzzz right before I blow wit these poles
So yo homie ain't gotta ask He gone know who just scored it
I be f****** wit the lords and I know a couple moes
I got these p**** n***** mad cuz I be f****** on they h***
They say this dope be ova funky yea bet it smell gross
Don't diss or get hit in yo s*** My n***** dont miss gone head rest in p***
Yo b**** she all on my d*** She think that I'm hard but it's really my blick
N***** b****** I go on my own yall dissing on Phones Im out onna hit
F*** some fame ion wanna be known I need me some stacks n***** trynna get on
Babygirl I'm all in my zone I'm all off the dope mSo just give me some dome
If you ain't f****** b**** what you here for
If you ain't talking green what you here for
You ain't shooting what you toting the Mac for
I Just smoked me a ounce I need 10 more
All my n***** they really be cutthroat
You diss onna gang and get backdoored
Hope a n**** ain't waiting at the backdoor
You think you heard Whitney the way that this gat flow
Got yo b**** inna backseat shorty wanna throat me
Told me just to keep it onna d low
Ion really like to diss n***** but if I wanna diss n***** I bet ain't n**** gone touch me tho
I remember when them goofy a** boys really tried me I pulled up beatem at the corner store
Got the whole gang in this b**** Make it rain in this b****
H*** shaking a** onna floor
Yea I got the whole gang in this b**** We gone bang in this b****
Leave yo body leaking on the floor
And you n***** can't hang in this b**** Watch yo lane in this b****
Cuz you n***** be a bunch of h***
Got yo b**** getting naked in my camera roll
Pour a fifth when I'm sippin wit a basic h**
Credits
Writer(s): Fatboi Sayless
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
Other Album Tracks
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.