Dark Shades
Dark shades
Can't see through these frames
Chopper bang bang
That shit's the one to be blamed
It's not who holding the gun
It's the gun holding the nigga
I don't know what that mean
But I'm sipping on that lean
And I'm bigger
I'm a big dog you a little pup
Talking down better hustle up
Cause if you ain't got no money
Then I don't want to beef
I don't mess with no broke peons, I'm a real g
Ya'll be smoking on that Boof pack I smoke that zaza
Im probably not Mexican but I fuck with all the razas
Glock .23 and I bust one into your mata
I'm with your bitch at the club and we dancing bachata
So what do you niggas want from me?
I just try to keep it g
If you real with me, then I'm real with you
It'll be like that until we underneath
Boom bow!
Bitch you know I'm strapped up with the heat
Fuck all that past shit i hit the trash and delete
Don't compare me to no nigga
Ain't no one better than me
I put 100% effort like I'm climbing a tree
I don't see pass the bullshit in my Cartier frames
Lets start a business my nigga
Forget about starting a gang
To many niggas dying in the streets
When the chopper go bang
Most likely its over a bitch man that shit is lame
Dark shades
Can't see through these frames
Chopper bang bang
Them niggas is the one to be blamed
And I be rapping my heart out
I be trying to spit these flames
Don't hate me now
Just charge it to the game
Can't see through these frames
Chopper bang bang
That shit's the one to be blamed
It's not who holding the gun
It's the gun holding the nigga
I don't know what that mean
But I'm sipping on that lean
And I'm bigger
I'm a big dog you a little pup
Talking down better hustle up
Cause if you ain't got no money
Then I don't want to beef
I don't mess with no broke peons, I'm a real g
Ya'll be smoking on that Boof pack I smoke that zaza
Im probably not Mexican but I fuck with all the razas
Glock .23 and I bust one into your mata
I'm with your bitch at the club and we dancing bachata
So what do you niggas want from me?
I just try to keep it g
If you real with me, then I'm real with you
It'll be like that until we underneath
Boom bow!
Bitch you know I'm strapped up with the heat
Fuck all that past shit i hit the trash and delete
Don't compare me to no nigga
Ain't no one better than me
I put 100% effort like I'm climbing a tree
I don't see pass the bullshit in my Cartier frames
Lets start a business my nigga
Forget about starting a gang
To many niggas dying in the streets
When the chopper go bang
Most likely its over a bitch man that shit is lame
Dark shades
Can't see through these frames
Chopper bang bang
Them niggas is the one to be blamed
And I be rapping my heart out
I be trying to spit these flames
Don't hate me now
Just charge it to the game
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Writer(s): Biner Ali
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