Friends

I know I rap but don't run up man yo mans tweaking
Tryna run up bout some music now a fan bleeding
Got some fire lows yea these ps for a band decent
But I got cookies for 16 and the strand reaking
Louis v sneaks with them bands in the nike tech
Perc beat my ass ion even wanna fight it back
Its a switch on the glock bet yo ass won't fire back
Horse tranq in the d make him nod like a fire track
Bitch think I give a fuck if she instagram modeling
Im just tryna get some head high as fuck off a rocsi ten
Getting toe tagged not tagged in a post if you pop my mans
If yo broke ass try to touch my blender Ima pop yo hand
Beamer truck panny roof damn I love the view
My white boy running thru exotic now im stuck wit glue
I just bought a pint sold a 14 and drunk a deuce
No child left behind glock a dump in you
Play got fleeced
Sold em woky but is green
Switchy on a baby glock couldn't give a fuck about a beam
I got the fire ass lows and exotic ass highs
I done pressed her up a twenty but really it was a five
When this perc kick in bitch ima talk her out her jeans
Im at my aunty house tryna talk her out some lean
Fucking on a white bitch with a loft in the green

Bouta turn this bitch out have you ever had a bean
Nigga tryna beef got turned to a vegetable
Prolly could've saved his legs but he aint have medical
Flip phone do schedule ones but im off schedule twos
Bitch I just want the neck let my mans have the rest of you



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Writer(s): Treshawn White
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