Nonchalant
Keep that shit in the streets
I don't know about my opps but I'm a murder these beats
Fifteen Hundred on my head so disrespectful to me
Posting like you trying to kill me
Niggas sound like police
Told these bitches stop playing niggas know I'm a beast
And all my brothers keep a Glock and they be quick to release
My cousin never had a life he's trying to live it through me
You fuck my old bitch your new bitch I put her to sleep
It's funny how the tables turn I knew somebody would bleed
But I ain't have nothing to do with it
Niggas say we top 5
Fuck who not on my side
Yeah that nigga KZ he been saying he got mob ties
Let a nigga try me I'm a put his ass on fox 5
What Whoa
Who said it's smoke
My niggas really get pounds by the load
I'm never speaking on shit I don't know
Won't catch me lacking and that's on my soul
And I won't let them get inside my head
Don't hit my phone about that bitch I'll leave that shit on read
I'm FaceTiming with my lawyer I don't talk to feds
Why would I catch a weak body for some fucking creds
And I been lacing up my kicks
Fuck what he said he just mad about a bitch
everywhere I go we be sliding with the blicks
I don't give a fuck I just know we getting rich
Niggas turned to opps and I ain't seen them ever since
Like who the fuck imma chase
Get the fuck out my face
And imma turn up on these niggas so I know they going to hate
If niggas wanna be a hero we going to give him a cape
Green beam on a nigga like I'm playin 2k
Yeah
Cause nigga I ain't got no option
Back up on my bullshit I feel like Dennis Rodman
Feds want to question me do I promote violence
No I don't condone in goofy shit and I been silent
They ain't got a case so they bringing up my name
Why the fuck would I be worried and stressing over a lame
Whoever speak on me a fan of me
Lame ass hoes steady mad they can't handle me
I'm just fucking opp hoes taking pictures in they vanity
Ask me if I love her and my answer probably barely
I been out the mix they spreading lies and trying to carry me
Told my ex bitch she downgraded she need therapy
God steady sparing me
What Whoa
Who said it's smoke
My niggas really get pounds by the load
I'm never speaking on shit I don't know
Won't catch me lacking and that's on my soul
What Whoa
Who said it's smoke
My niggas really get pounds by the load
I'm never speaking on shit I don't know
Won't catch me lacking and that's on my soul
I don't know about my opps but I'm a murder these beats
Fifteen Hundred on my head so disrespectful to me
Posting like you trying to kill me
Niggas sound like police
Told these bitches stop playing niggas know I'm a beast
And all my brothers keep a Glock and they be quick to release
My cousin never had a life he's trying to live it through me
You fuck my old bitch your new bitch I put her to sleep
It's funny how the tables turn I knew somebody would bleed
But I ain't have nothing to do with it
Niggas say we top 5
Fuck who not on my side
Yeah that nigga KZ he been saying he got mob ties
Let a nigga try me I'm a put his ass on fox 5
What Whoa
Who said it's smoke
My niggas really get pounds by the load
I'm never speaking on shit I don't know
Won't catch me lacking and that's on my soul
And I won't let them get inside my head
Don't hit my phone about that bitch I'll leave that shit on read
I'm FaceTiming with my lawyer I don't talk to feds
Why would I catch a weak body for some fucking creds
And I been lacing up my kicks
Fuck what he said he just mad about a bitch
everywhere I go we be sliding with the blicks
I don't give a fuck I just know we getting rich
Niggas turned to opps and I ain't seen them ever since
Like who the fuck imma chase
Get the fuck out my face
And imma turn up on these niggas so I know they going to hate
If niggas wanna be a hero we going to give him a cape
Green beam on a nigga like I'm playin 2k
Yeah
Cause nigga I ain't got no option
Back up on my bullshit I feel like Dennis Rodman
Feds want to question me do I promote violence
No I don't condone in goofy shit and I been silent
They ain't got a case so they bringing up my name
Why the fuck would I be worried and stressing over a lame
Whoever speak on me a fan of me
Lame ass hoes steady mad they can't handle me
I'm just fucking opp hoes taking pictures in they vanity
Ask me if I love her and my answer probably barely
I been out the mix they spreading lies and trying to carry me
Told my ex bitch she downgraded she need therapy
God steady sparing me
What Whoa
Who said it's smoke
My niggas really get pounds by the load
I'm never speaking on shit I don't know
Won't catch me lacking and that's on my soul
What Whoa
Who said it's smoke
My niggas really get pounds by the load
I'm never speaking on shit I don't know
Won't catch me lacking and that's on my soul
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Writer(s): Kane-zsyhon Hinton
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