Drag
Cartier frames these niggas be lame
Putting shit in the game on brah I don't see these niggas
Biting the hand that feed you I don't believe these niggas
Ducking alphabet boys but I still put that p on these niggas
Free the men that was hopping in and out of them cars
Stood tall they ain't trip off a little ass sentence
That little weak ass hood on you im going spin it
Little light ass ten for your life im going send it
My hood like a pharmacy
We got drank good za og bitch whatever you like
This ain't no sleepover bitch you ain't spending the night
If your opps ain't dying you ain't bending it right
I got faith in my brother he cook up a key right now he ain't going lose no grams
I got faith in my smacka do something to me right now brah you going lose your man
I'm on the south right now riding round with two pistols
None of these niggas going call my bluff
Why you keep dragging on niggas?
These niggas ain't tough
Why you ain't claiming them niggas
Them niggas ain't us
I know real niggas lock down behind that wall right now they still trying make shit happen
I'm the same nigga money don't make me blow your ass up in diors or a pair new balance
I just made me enough to bake biscuits for the whole projects
I had a hell of a night
He look at his pockets he look at his stash he scratching his head like damn I ain't selling it right
It's all about the profit
Bitch I'm the topic
Wearing that fake ass designer tell that little nigga stop it
Niggas don't fit in my picture on the men I'm going crop it
Can't duck that better stay with a rocket
Can't play that block like I use to
Feds on my line I think niggas tipping for real
Not making a song I'm going send him to hell
Can't do shit with me he want to send me to jail
My trap do numbers im breaking the scale
Shit chess not checkers I ain't takin no l"s
How the fuck do you love me you want me to fail
I don't step on no toes I got big clientele
Drop buckets get money let's go
I catch one of these niggas I'm letting it roll
This is a factory glock he playing with ghost
Cap ass nigga sound sweet on a post
Ready to die bout the pussy he doing the most
I see snakes in the grass they be playing me close
You ain't with me you against me just letting you know
Forty eight fifty I'm throwing up fours
Standing on couches bitch bring me some rose
I ran up a high ass ticket from posting on the curb and taxing they ass for them lows
Don't tell me to chill bitch I'm back in that mode
Spanking these niggas for breaking the code
Can't tell me shit about the dope game
Bitch I'm the dope man been getting money I know what I know
Cartier frames these niggas be lame
Putting shit in the game on brah I don't see these niggas
Biting the hand that feed you I don't believe these niggas
Ducking alphabet boys but I still put that p on these niggas
Free the men that was hopping in and out of them cars
Stood tall they ain't trip off a little ass sentence
That little weak ass hood on you im going spin it
Little light ass ten for your life im going send it
My hood like a pharmacy
We got drank good za og bitch whatever you like
This ain't no sleepover bitch you ain't spending the night
If your opps ain't dying you ain't bending it right
I got faith in my brother he cook up a key right now he ain't going lose no grams
I got faith in my smacka do something to me right now brah you going lose your man
Putting shit in the game on brah I don't see these niggas
Biting the hand that feed you I don't believe these niggas
Ducking alphabet boys but I still put that p on these niggas
Free the men that was hopping in and out of them cars
Stood tall they ain't trip off a little ass sentence
That little weak ass hood on you im going spin it
Little light ass ten for your life im going send it
My hood like a pharmacy
We got drank good za og bitch whatever you like
This ain't no sleepover bitch you ain't spending the night
If your opps ain't dying you ain't bending it right
I got faith in my brother he cook up a key right now he ain't going lose no grams
I got faith in my smacka do something to me right now brah you going lose your man
I'm on the south right now riding round with two pistols
None of these niggas going call my bluff
Why you keep dragging on niggas?
These niggas ain't tough
Why you ain't claiming them niggas
Them niggas ain't us
I know real niggas lock down behind that wall right now they still trying make shit happen
I'm the same nigga money don't make me blow your ass up in diors or a pair new balance
I just made me enough to bake biscuits for the whole projects
I had a hell of a night
He look at his pockets he look at his stash he scratching his head like damn I ain't selling it right
It's all about the profit
Bitch I'm the topic
Wearing that fake ass designer tell that little nigga stop it
Niggas don't fit in my picture on the men I'm going crop it
Can't duck that better stay with a rocket
Can't play that block like I use to
Feds on my line I think niggas tipping for real
Not making a song I'm going send him to hell
Can't do shit with me he want to send me to jail
My trap do numbers im breaking the scale
Shit chess not checkers I ain't takin no l"s
How the fuck do you love me you want me to fail
I don't step on no toes I got big clientele
Drop buckets get money let's go
I catch one of these niggas I'm letting it roll
This is a factory glock he playing with ghost
Cap ass nigga sound sweet on a post
Ready to die bout the pussy he doing the most
I see snakes in the grass they be playing me close
You ain't with me you against me just letting you know
Forty eight fifty I'm throwing up fours
Standing on couches bitch bring me some rose
I ran up a high ass ticket from posting on the curb and taxing they ass for them lows
Don't tell me to chill bitch I'm back in that mode
Spanking these niggas for breaking the code
Can't tell me shit about the dope game
Bitch I'm the dope man been getting money I know what I know
Cartier frames these niggas be lame
Putting shit in the game on brah I don't see these niggas
Biting the hand that feed you I don't believe these niggas
Ducking alphabet boys but I still put that p on these niggas
Free the men that was hopping in and out of them cars
Stood tall they ain't trip off a little ass sentence
That little weak ass hood on you im going spin it
Little light ass ten for your life im going send it
My hood like a pharmacy
We got drank good za og bitch whatever you like
This ain't no sleepover bitch you ain't spending the night
If your opps ain't dying you ain't bending it right
I got faith in my brother he cook up a key right now he ain't going lose no grams
I got faith in my smacka do something to me right now brah you going lose your man
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Writer(s): Bankroll Shawty
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