Rap Niggas
(Shut the fuck up)
(I will fucking lazer you with alien fucking eyes and explode your fucking head)
I got the drac nigga you got the highpoint
Catch me a rap nigga leave em at gun point
Bro want the smoke we can't pass em the blunt
Had to buy me a zip, i don't fuck with the coins
Stay with the gifts and i'm feeling like Santa
Stay with a gift card real deal scammer
Back on the stain shit this just a new pamper
Two hoes on my team i'm in love with the capper
Not with the boasters don't fuck with the Capital's
The hoe acting up i'ma fuck round and slap her
Got the sticks in the jugg bitch call me a trapper
Stay with the Uzi not talking bout the rapper
We stepping on shit we some like a ladder
I got the stick and Say-Yi got the battery
Say he want smoke send em up like a pattern
(Bow bow)
Just slid on the opposition
He walk like a zombie cause a young nigga top missing
Raised in the Texas might slide with a smitten
Raised in the Grove might slide with a glock
Raised in the A might up with a chop
Wait
I might up with a glock
Real deal slime but i'm not no five
Step with the glock roll em up like pie
Wait stop
Last nigga dissed on the gang he got five
Seven point six-two knock off top
Put his ass on a tee his ass got cropped
Stay with the glock - bow, bow
(Hold on)
(Hell no we ain't done)
(If i don't got the bullets hit his ass with the gun)
(FTOS shit nigga)
(I will fucking lazer you with alien fucking eyes and explode your fucking head)
I got the drac nigga you got the highpoint
Catch me a rap nigga leave em at gun point
Bro want the smoke we can't pass em the blunt
Had to buy me a zip, i don't fuck with the coins
Stay with the gifts and i'm feeling like Santa
Stay with a gift card real deal scammer
Back on the stain shit this just a new pamper
Two hoes on my team i'm in love with the capper
Not with the boasters don't fuck with the Capital's
The hoe acting up i'ma fuck round and slap her
Got the sticks in the jugg bitch call me a trapper
Stay with the Uzi not talking bout the rapper
We stepping on shit we some like a ladder
I got the stick and Say-Yi got the battery
Say he want smoke send em up like a pattern
(Bow bow)
Just slid on the opposition
He walk like a zombie cause a young nigga top missing
Raised in the Texas might slide with a smitten
Raised in the Grove might slide with a glock
Raised in the A might up with a chop
Wait
I might up with a glock
Real deal slime but i'm not no five
Step with the glock roll em up like pie
Wait stop
Last nigga dissed on the gang he got five
Seven point six-two knock off top
Put his ass on a tee his ass got cropped
Stay with the glock - bow, bow
(Hold on)
(Hell no we ain't done)
(If i don't got the bullets hit his ass with the gun)
(FTOS shit nigga)
Credits
Writer(s): La’quon Holt
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