Interstate

It's Bubba Uno so you know it's lit
You got a lighter on you?
Hell no

You know I'm catching opps for real
We gon' creep on nigga like where he stay?
I keep that Glock for real
Hit 230 on the interstate
Bro Got that chop wit' him
They say it ain't no stopping him
It's RIP when I see him
When I do I'm dropping him
Mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm
I heard that nigga talking down like, Nigga what you wanna do?
You touch me on my youngins shoot
Like why y'all brother on the news?
Fox eight, Channel nine and two
Why he think I don't keep no tool?
That nigga Lil beep ain't safe on bro
I'll take his bitch at the end of the road
All them niggas talking down but I'm sliding through the rose
All them niggas gay swear to god they some hoes
RIP nigga really paying on his toes
Why y'all niggas talking solid shit But your mans fold
Your brother got sent up the road, This on my pops y'all nigga's hoes

Like why you fold?, Brodie had told
Send him up the road, I got hallows
I shoot him in his dome, If a nigga play I call the gang, They get you gone
All them niggas dying
They said they slidin but they is capped out
If a nigga talk down I call my brother trap out
Bitch I'm from the V bro, From the east I get you fapped down
When they pulled us over I had a gun
But ain't get pat down
Like how can your own blood switch on you?
When you was down and I had shit
Bitch I was there for you
And all these hoes be playing games
So I can't love on you
If anything lil baby I just wanna fuck on you

You know I'm catching opps for real
We gon' creep on nigga like where he stay?
I keep that Glock for real
Hit 230 on the interstate, Bro Got that chop wit' him
They say it ain't no stopping him
It's RIP when I see him,When I do I'm dropping him
Mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm
I heard that nigga talking down like, Nigga what you wanna do?
You touch me on my youngins shoot
Like why yo brother on the news?
Fox eight, Channel nine and two
Like Why he think I don't keep no tool?
That nigga Lil beep ain't safe on bro, I take his bitch at the end of the road
All them niggas talking down but I'm sliding through the rose
All them niggas gay swear to god they some hoes
RIP nigga really paying on his toes
Why y'all niggas talking solid shit But your mans fold
Your brother got sent up the road, This on my pops y'all nigga's hoes

You know I'm catching opps for real
We gon creep on a nigga like where he stay?
I keep that Glock for real
Hit 230 on the interstate
Bro got that chop with him
I'm smoking, moon rock for real
I'm really blowing chops for real
And you ain't never blew no steel

Dondada
Bitch I'm a dondada
Bitch I'm a true shotta
Bitch I'm a dondada



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Writer(s): Dereon Thomas
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