Michigun
Yes
We gon get his ass
We gon get his ass
We gon get his ass
(Laughing)
You think you doing sum O.T hitting one sto?
Oh you think you doing sum scoring one phone
She only spent the day wit me
Now she she want mo
Got 2 heads up on this play I need 1 mo
(Ok let's get it then)
Give it up fa crackheads
Do these bitches smack? Yea
Counting up a light 10
While she giving me a lap dance
You let that nigga do you bold for a tapped bin
That sauce old should of listen to lil bro
And just tapped in
Ok let's get it then
Put the bag on bro cuz he a minute man
10 thousand in the O need to be scooped
In a minute man
Brody said the scams don't work
He in the kitchen then
Hit Georgia wit the juice
But he got the perks from Michigan
Put the play down on his ass, he dead right?
When u see his eyes cross
You know you hit that head right?
We gon walk his ass down
Ain't gotta hit no headlights
Brody box em in
Ain't bout to let em run no red lights
I choke the fuck out my FN
Our relationship abusive
She seen the stack of Washington's
And she ain't dancing to the music
I'm hot as hell up on dat road
I'm in a rush bitch I ain't cruising
Brody prayed the scripts popped
Surprised em wit a pharmaceutist
Man this nigga in the way now
That check gon clear any day now
Told em be smooth
If he gon do it in the day time
Brody showed me 50 blues
He called on FaceTime
Look how he did the opps
You a think it was a hate crime
We gon get his ass
We gon get his ass
We gon get his ass
(Laughing)
You think you doing sum O.T hitting one sto?
Oh you think you doing sum scoring one phone
She only spent the day wit me
Now she she want mo
Got 2 heads up on this play I need 1 mo
(Ok let's get it then)
Give it up fa crackheads
Do these bitches smack? Yea
Counting up a light 10
While she giving me a lap dance
You let that nigga do you bold for a tapped bin
That sauce old should of listen to lil bro
And just tapped in
Ok let's get it then
Put the bag on bro cuz he a minute man
10 thousand in the O need to be scooped
In a minute man
Brody said the scams don't work
He in the kitchen then
Hit Georgia wit the juice
But he got the perks from Michigan
Put the play down on his ass, he dead right?
When u see his eyes cross
You know you hit that head right?
We gon walk his ass down
Ain't gotta hit no headlights
Brody box em in
Ain't bout to let em run no red lights
I choke the fuck out my FN
Our relationship abusive
She seen the stack of Washington's
And she ain't dancing to the music
I'm hot as hell up on dat road
I'm in a rush bitch I ain't cruising
Brody prayed the scripts popped
Surprised em wit a pharmaceutist
Man this nigga in the way now
That check gon clear any day now
Told em be smooth
If he gon do it in the day time
Brody showed me 50 blues
He called on FaceTime
Look how he did the opps
You a think it was a hate crime
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