Disquise
You got me fucked up if you think I ain't gon rock out, glizzy on me cocked now
My lil nigga on side me with his glock out, he tryna hop out
Mask on, gloves tight, he don't give a fuck
He hopping out that cutta hit you up, he tryna spin on some shit
Nigga fucking with my name, nigga must don't know that I'm the one who bring that fucking flame
We knocking at yo front door, bitch come outside (come outside)
Take it outside, any y'all, any y'all could die
You know I pull up wit dat gang, bitch I stay fly
I don't give no fuck bout no nigga, I'll look you in your eyes
Bitch you could die, play wit me and bitch you could die
We strapped up wit them cuttas, spin yo block up in disguise
You know I'm wit the shit for real, I ain't gotta lie
A nigga fuck with me, we gon let them bullets fly
Bitch you gon feel that fire steady speaking on my name
You know I'm with the shits, I ain't tryna play no games
Don't give a fuck bout what you claim, we'll bust a brain
My niggas in this bitch strapped up with that fucking flame
Look wrong, that's yo ass, we gon bust yo brain
Watch how I crash, watch how I crash, kill you and your mans
You got me fucked up if you think I ain't gon rock out, glizzy on me cocked now
My lil nigga on side me with his glock out, he tryna hop out
Mask on, gloves tight, he don't give a fuck
He hopping out that cutta hit you up, he tryna spin on some shit
Nigga fucking with my name, nigga must don't know that I'm the one who bring that fucking flame
We knocking at yo front door, bitch come outside (come outside)
Take it outside, any y'all, any y'all could die
Aye say bitch you got me fucked up, we be rolling n be coolin on the inside of the club
I be minding my own business, rolling off the double cups (yea)
Na here u go comin fuckin wit me, I advise you to shut the fuck up or get busted up yea
My advice to you would be sit down and take a chill pill, before one of my goons get up and let off a cap in here
E you heard him? He said he sliding (what?)
He must ain't got no problem with his patnas dying, if they try it then we firing (shit guess not, ha)
Louisiana nigga born but I'm Houston raised, but up there wit anybody to show em how I came (Houston raised, yea)
I ain't tripping you can have it, boy go on bout your day (ya)
But you could come and get this static, I call it waka flaka flame
You talking crazy, lose your top up in the club
I don't want no problems but you knowing it's up
And when I come in town, it's going down wassup? (going down, aye)
Me and Lijah in this bitch to bust a nigga head, wassam?
Say they don't want it with me, say they don't want it with me
Tell them come outside and get it bitch ass boy don't stand a chance (come outside bitch)
Say they don't want it with me, say they don't want it with me (they don't want it ya heard me)
Tell them I'm outside let's get it, bitch ass boy gon fold again
Yea yah, aye and they don't want it with us, aye I swear to God
Aye E tell 'em something, yea (yeah, yeah)
Yea yea yea, I'm a Louisiana nigga ya heard me
My lil nigga on side me with his glock out, he tryna hop out
Mask on, gloves tight, he don't give a fuck
He hopping out that cutta hit you up, he tryna spin on some shit
Nigga fucking with my name, nigga must don't know that I'm the one who bring that fucking flame
We knocking at yo front door, bitch come outside (come outside)
Take it outside, any y'all, any y'all could die
You know I pull up wit dat gang, bitch I stay fly
I don't give no fuck bout no nigga, I'll look you in your eyes
Bitch you could die, play wit me and bitch you could die
We strapped up wit them cuttas, spin yo block up in disguise
You know I'm wit the shit for real, I ain't gotta lie
A nigga fuck with me, we gon let them bullets fly
Bitch you gon feel that fire steady speaking on my name
You know I'm with the shits, I ain't tryna play no games
Don't give a fuck bout what you claim, we'll bust a brain
My niggas in this bitch strapped up with that fucking flame
Look wrong, that's yo ass, we gon bust yo brain
Watch how I crash, watch how I crash, kill you and your mans
You got me fucked up if you think I ain't gon rock out, glizzy on me cocked now
My lil nigga on side me with his glock out, he tryna hop out
Mask on, gloves tight, he don't give a fuck
He hopping out that cutta hit you up, he tryna spin on some shit
Nigga fucking with my name, nigga must don't know that I'm the one who bring that fucking flame
We knocking at yo front door, bitch come outside (come outside)
Take it outside, any y'all, any y'all could die
Aye say bitch you got me fucked up, we be rolling n be coolin on the inside of the club
I be minding my own business, rolling off the double cups (yea)
Na here u go comin fuckin wit me, I advise you to shut the fuck up or get busted up yea
My advice to you would be sit down and take a chill pill, before one of my goons get up and let off a cap in here
E you heard him? He said he sliding (what?)
He must ain't got no problem with his patnas dying, if they try it then we firing (shit guess not, ha)
Louisiana nigga born but I'm Houston raised, but up there wit anybody to show em how I came (Houston raised, yea)
I ain't tripping you can have it, boy go on bout your day (ya)
But you could come and get this static, I call it waka flaka flame
You talking crazy, lose your top up in the club
I don't want no problems but you knowing it's up
And when I come in town, it's going down wassup? (going down, aye)
Me and Lijah in this bitch to bust a nigga head, wassam?
Say they don't want it with me, say they don't want it with me
Tell them come outside and get it bitch ass boy don't stand a chance (come outside bitch)
Say they don't want it with me, say they don't want it with me (they don't want it ya heard me)
Tell them I'm outside let's get it, bitch ass boy gon fold again
Yea yah, aye and they don't want it with us, aye I swear to God
Aye E tell 'em something, yea (yeah, yeah)
Yea yea yea, I'm a Louisiana nigga ya heard me
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Writer(s): Taurean Millien
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