5.7
Catch a nigga lackin then we blow em down (Grr)
150 shots up in the chop more rounds
5.7 in this bitch will knock em out of bounds
Suppressor on the barrel man this bitch won't make no sound
And bitch I know you smell that loud I'm smoking out the pound
That nigga said it's beef now I'm crusin through his town
Baby draco in my lap will make a nigga frown
When I'm in the OY bitch I blow out the onion
Nigga said that it's beef so I shot at his cousin
Bitch I really want beef niggas not with the bluffin
Nigga said he was sliding we put em on crunches
I'm the type of nigga slide and shoot up the function
He thought that we wasn't sliding shot and ran from a dozen
Niggas keep telling me I need a grammy
I fucked on that bitch and I gave her a Plan B
Wake up in the morning I pop me a xanny
Got a Glock in the whip and that bitch super handy
Gave bro keys to the whip he came back it was sandy
I can not fuck with the bitch from the East she too manly
He almost got away but the whip it kept on failing
Draw down on that nigga with the K got em dancin
Send his ass to the stars he not coming back
Choppa so big make em have a heart attack
Draw down on a nigga with the gang with the tec
Any nigga can get it, give a fuck bout yo rep
Nigga said he jack what? Bitch I'm droppin yo set
How you tell me bout plays that I already set?
Kill a nigga right here then I go to the next
OG beatin my lungs bitch I need a new pack
Make em run so fast that he run out of stamina
If I catch a nigga lackin bitch imma blam at ya
I'm not with the playing get shot through the camera
Got a weird ass plug and that bitch name is Angela
You said that you got it we onnit we steal from ya
Not scared of no nigga bitch I got a Pistola
If it's beef get it done nigga I am not dissin ya
Puff his ass in the gas nigga I am not feelin ya
Catch a nigga lackin then we blow em down (Grr)
150 shots up in the chop more rounds
5.7 in this bitch will knock em out of bounds
Suppressor on the barrel man this bitch won't make no sound
And bitch I know you smell that loud I'm smoking out the pound
That nigga said it's beef now I'm crusin through his town
Baby draco in my lap will make a nigga frown
150 shots up in the chop more rounds
5.7 in this bitch will knock em out of bounds
Suppressor on the barrel man this bitch won't make no sound
And bitch I know you smell that loud I'm smoking out the pound
That nigga said it's beef now I'm crusin through his town
Baby draco in my lap will make a nigga frown
When I'm in the OY bitch I blow out the onion
Nigga said that it's beef so I shot at his cousin
Bitch I really want beef niggas not with the bluffin
Nigga said he was sliding we put em on crunches
I'm the type of nigga slide and shoot up the function
He thought that we wasn't sliding shot and ran from a dozen
Niggas keep telling me I need a grammy
I fucked on that bitch and I gave her a Plan B
Wake up in the morning I pop me a xanny
Got a Glock in the whip and that bitch super handy
Gave bro keys to the whip he came back it was sandy
I can not fuck with the bitch from the East she too manly
He almost got away but the whip it kept on failing
Draw down on that nigga with the K got em dancin
Send his ass to the stars he not coming back
Choppa so big make em have a heart attack
Draw down on a nigga with the gang with the tec
Any nigga can get it, give a fuck bout yo rep
Nigga said he jack what? Bitch I'm droppin yo set
How you tell me bout plays that I already set?
Kill a nigga right here then I go to the next
OG beatin my lungs bitch I need a new pack
Make em run so fast that he run out of stamina
If I catch a nigga lackin bitch imma blam at ya
I'm not with the playing get shot through the camera
Got a weird ass plug and that bitch name is Angela
You said that you got it we onnit we steal from ya
Not scared of no nigga bitch I got a Pistola
If it's beef get it done nigga I am not dissin ya
Puff his ass in the gas nigga I am not feelin ya
Catch a nigga lackin then we blow em down (Grr)
150 shots up in the chop more rounds
5.7 in this bitch will knock em out of bounds
Suppressor on the barrel man this bitch won't make no sound
And bitch I know you smell that loud I'm smoking out the pound
That nigga said it's beef now I'm crusin through his town
Baby draco in my lap will make a nigga frown
Credits
Writer(s): Alonzo Jones
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