31
Smoking straight ZaZa out the pack
Yeah it be that mac
I told em we don't do that tick for tack
Bitch go get the strap
We hop out of them V8's wit them macs
& we knock his cap
Yeah I'm posted with my fucking gat make that shit go Blatt
Make yo ass see black, I got my mac, bitch I'm with the slatts
Bome around acting crazy
Try to run up get yo dumbass whacked
I really done did the kick doors
And came up on the pack
Shout out to my nigga Baxkdoee
He shooting at your back
(Bow, pow, pow)
That's what heard from the blicky
I've been posted up with gang
You gotta know we keep a blicky
In these streets this shit get sticky
I was taught to keep my head up
Incase they come and get me
Baxkdoee gon get to clicking
Baxkdoee gon get to poppin
All them Niggas who play wit em
He been riding with the same niggas that he grew up wit
Gotta know they bout they paper, they lose it
Watch em get it back
If he think to disrespect the gang
That pussy getting whacked
Dripping flavor on a bitch she said she want to taste me
I've been getting to this money she gon have to chase me
You gon have to TD
Cause I'm tryna get them bands
Buy my momma nem a spot
And then go and on all my man's (gang, gang)
Go and put on all my man's
We pull up hop out with FN
Don't give a fuck about your friend
My brother chopped a lil lamb
Keep talking hot we shoot at them
Yeah leave that lil boy in a dam
It's four G9's up in this Mercedes (skrrrrr)
You know we spin in benz
Fuck nigga talking like he bout it
But I ain't never heard of him (who is you Nigga)
Drop that pussy, put em in a coffin
Yeah we murder him
Praying to the most highest cause all I do is sin
My scamming nigga hit me up, he said "Heem I got a bin"
My shooter hit me up (what's up twin?)
He said "Heem bih I'm bout to spin"
Up the score (get em gone lil bitch), go up the score lil bitch
Cause all we do is win
Hit him with the Boom-Shakalaka like NBA Jam
My brother still smoking like a Rasta
Locked up in that jam (fuck you talking about twin?)
I'm big 31 (31 bitch)
Nigga know about me I go ham
But I'm a big Ahk so I won't fuck around and eat ham
I fucked yo lil bitch
& told that lil hoe to go and make me yams
Only Glock mags no Pro-mags
Cause my shit never jam
Bitch, ahhh haaa,
It's me and Baxkdoee in this bitch
Fuck you talking bout?
He tried to run
He ain't know I had my gun out
Yeah it be that mac
I told em we don't do that tick for tack
Bitch go get the strap
We hop out of them V8's wit them macs
& we knock his cap
Yeah I'm posted with my fucking gat make that shit go Blatt
Make yo ass see black, I got my mac, bitch I'm with the slatts
Bome around acting crazy
Try to run up get yo dumbass whacked
I really done did the kick doors
And came up on the pack
Shout out to my nigga Baxkdoee
He shooting at your back
(Bow, pow, pow)
That's what heard from the blicky
I've been posted up with gang
You gotta know we keep a blicky
In these streets this shit get sticky
I was taught to keep my head up
Incase they come and get me
Baxkdoee gon get to clicking
Baxkdoee gon get to poppin
All them Niggas who play wit em
He been riding with the same niggas that he grew up wit
Gotta know they bout they paper, they lose it
Watch em get it back
If he think to disrespect the gang
That pussy getting whacked
Dripping flavor on a bitch she said she want to taste me
I've been getting to this money she gon have to chase me
You gon have to TD
Cause I'm tryna get them bands
Buy my momma nem a spot
And then go and on all my man's (gang, gang)
Go and put on all my man's
We pull up hop out with FN
Don't give a fuck about your friend
My brother chopped a lil lamb
Keep talking hot we shoot at them
Yeah leave that lil boy in a dam
It's four G9's up in this Mercedes (skrrrrr)
You know we spin in benz
Fuck nigga talking like he bout it
But I ain't never heard of him (who is you Nigga)
Drop that pussy, put em in a coffin
Yeah we murder him
Praying to the most highest cause all I do is sin
My scamming nigga hit me up, he said "Heem I got a bin"
My shooter hit me up (what's up twin?)
He said "Heem bih I'm bout to spin"
Up the score (get em gone lil bitch), go up the score lil bitch
Cause all we do is win
Hit him with the Boom-Shakalaka like NBA Jam
My brother still smoking like a Rasta
Locked up in that jam (fuck you talking about twin?)
I'm big 31 (31 bitch)
Nigga know about me I go ham
But I'm a big Ahk so I won't fuck around and eat ham
I fucked yo lil bitch
& told that lil hoe to go and make me yams
Only Glock mags no Pro-mags
Cause my shit never jam
Bitch, ahhh haaa,
It's me and Baxkdoee in this bitch
Fuck you talking bout?
He tried to run
He ain't know I had my gun out
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Writer(s): Deandre Jackson, Ibrahim Kalil Toure
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