Pivot

These niggas be bitches
They mad I'm just handling business
My snakes they bite and they wit it
Yo face get popped if you dissin
Nah you can't hang you don't fit in
Don't talk about gang leave you missing
Them choppas gon aim at yo fitted
Spin the block beyblade and we ripped it
I remember when I was a kid
Did right had to stay on them sticks
Fuck that now I gotta get rich
Want war then we loadin them clips
Shoutout cuz he bangin the crip
Bout him get shot in yo shit
Knock him off of the top of the list
Leave his body to burn inna pit

I ain't with the talkin
Hit him in his noggin
Gotta chase a bag
Hope I never flop it
New fit gotta cop it
New whip gotta cop it
Grind and never stop it
Album gotta drop it
Pussy gotta pop it
Backdoor gotta lock it
I ain't kickin shit
And we cannot chop it
Takeoff like a rocket
All my niggas bosses
Cross the line with us
End up inma coffin
Hell nah I ain't stoppin
Fuck em if he oppin
Bustdown onna bitch
Then she get the toppin
Drop top gotta hop in
They know I'm the hottest
Said my name I'm on it
Closed case on it
Sending shots on ig boy you not about it
Got the drop on where he stay then we pull up on it

Nigga talkin tough
Had to hit em up
When its up its stuck
I don't give a fuck
Me and my niggas up
Do it for them bucks
Shoutout to them R's I do this shit for us
Imma run it up
I don't give a fuck
Like I said before better not try ya luck
I want all my niggas ridin bentley trucks
I want all my niggas thumbin through them bucks
In god I trust trap all day really run it up
Really run it up

Really run it up
Niggas I don't trust
Nigga I don't fuss
Knuck if you buck
Turn his ass to dust
Hit em wit a punch
Knockout all his fronts
Punch em in da gut
Now his time is up
Pussy tried to run
Rhyming just for fun
Jersey where I'm from
Paterson wassup
Atlanta yeah wassup



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Writer(s): Na'jee Rouse
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