Box
Rock that shit out Harri
We tinted up that box
Putting five on top his head, he was up on fox
Diss the gvng that really get you outlined in chalk
And they shot his face off, that lil stupid ass boy can't even talk
Told lil five they gon' knock
I can't even beef with these niggas, can't even pull up cause they not on the block
Put a whole thirty in my Glock
Yea this bitch long like a mop
I was just pouring up wock
Looked at my phone that hoe gave me the drop
Sweep his block up with a broom
Double back yea with a mop
Took 'em down for that lil' shit we don't never know how to stop
And I'm smoking on dead niggas in the booth, they all opps
Man them niggas really hoes they talk to twelve, they all cops
Nigga be six plus six
Talking to twelve, we don't fuck with that shit
Yung crew go on a lick they come back with like three, four blicks
Got on a chase we go with it
Shit got real had to jump that fence
Pull on they block with them sticks seven and sixty-two bitch we leaving a dent
I don't even sip no lean but I'm mixing wock up with the trist
Got a thirty round Glock up in dis bitch how could I miss?
I got my young nigga screaming homixide up in this bitch (Homixide Homixide)
Nigga better drop a opp before you drop a diss
Nigga thinking 'bout dissing me
You better have plans to move up outta state
My young nigga hungry to come & get ya, they put you on a plate
Got a lil' freaky hoe trying to eat my dick I told her "hold up, wait"
Told her "the dick ain't just for you, got another on the way"
We tinted up that box
Putting five on top his head, he was up on fox
Diss the gvng that really get you outlined in chalk
And they shot his face off, that lil stupid ass boy can't even talk
Told lil five they gon' knock
I can't even beef with these niggas, can't even pull up cause they not on the block
Put a whole thirty in my Glock
Yea this bitch long like a mop
I was just pouring up wock
Looked at my phone that hoe gave me the drop
Sweep his block up with a broom
Double back yea with a mop
Took 'em down for that lil' shit we don't never know how to stop
And I'm smoking on dead niggas in the booth, they all opps
Man them niggas really hoes they talk to twelve, they all cops
Nigga be six plus six
Talking to twelve, we don't fuck with that shit
Yung crew go on a lick they come back with like three, four blicks
Got on a chase we go with it
Shit got real had to jump that fence
Pull on they block with them sticks seven and sixty-two bitch we leaving a dent
I don't even sip no lean but I'm mixing wock up with the trist
Got a thirty round Glock up in dis bitch how could I miss?
I got my young nigga screaming homixide up in this bitch (Homixide Homixide)
Nigga better drop a opp before you drop a diss
Nigga thinking 'bout dissing me
You better have plans to move up outta state
My young nigga hungry to come & get ya, they put you on a plate
Got a lil' freaky hoe trying to eat my dick I told her "hold up, wait"
Told her "the dick ain't just for you, got another on the way"
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Writer(s): Kappo 5
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