Intro
(Yea she don't think I know)
She don't think I know
That she fucking my bro
Ion even trip bout it cause a hoe gone be a hoe
Fuck that bitch nigga she can go
I be toting sticks when I'm on the road
Brodie keep it cool know he won't fold
If you never tell they'll never know
(Yeah)
Hollon, he say he be in the field go long
Ice on my neck to trim, frozone
Niggas I'm with they moving, too strong
Hit up his house got em moving, group home
Ain't no point of coming if you not gone bring yo friends
That boy is not gang I'm sorry I can not get in
Switch up, i come around he puttin his bitch up
All in ha mouth nigga some like a hiccup
Fuck with the opps and get cropped out the picture
We rolling backwoods you rolling swishers
You wanna act hood nigga you ain't tuff
Lil bro trap hood he got the bangers
I know you wish you was but you ain't us
New perc all in my body
We fuck don't tell nobody
Just stay down keep it solid
I ride around with this glock on me you play know I'm gone pop it
This shit can get real violent
She acting mad we riding in silence
This perc got me kicking and itching
Go against me you ain't never winning 
Tried me next day he was missing
You know I'm the one that she gone be picking
I need me some wings to fly away
I'm trynna get higher than high today
I was broke now they wanna come ride the wave
Wanna keep up with me you can try you can't
Trynna find someone better that's funny
Most of these niggas ain't getting no money
Broke bummy
Pull up and dump it
We gone wrap em up just like he a mummy
I know I'm better than yo last man
Ain't no fake shit we don't do acting
Brodie walked in this bitch with a Mac 10
I be trynna get in all the action (ok)
She don't think I know
That she fucking my bro
Ion even trip bout it cause a hoe gone be a hoe
Fuck that bitch nigga she can go
I be toting sticks when I'm on the road
Brodie keep it cool know he won't fold
If you never tell they'll never know
(Yeah)
Hollon, he say he be in the field go long
Ice on my neck to trim, frozone
Niggas I'm with they moving, too strong
Hit up his house got em moving, group home
Ain't no point of coming if you not gone bring yo friends
That boy is not gang I'm sorry I can not get in
She don't think I know
That she fucking my bro
Ion even trip bout it cause a hoe gone be a hoe
Fuck that bitch nigga she can go
I be toting sticks when I'm on the road
Brodie keep it cool know he won't fold
If you never tell they'll never know
(Yeah)
Hollon, he say he be in the field go long
Ice on my neck to trim, frozone
Niggas I'm with they moving, too strong
Hit up his house got em moving, group home
Ain't no point of coming if you not gone bring yo friends
That boy is not gang I'm sorry I can not get in
Switch up, i come around he puttin his bitch up
All in ha mouth nigga some like a hiccup
Fuck with the opps and get cropped out the picture
We rolling backwoods you rolling swishers
You wanna act hood nigga you ain't tuff
Lil bro trap hood he got the bangers
I know you wish you was but you ain't us
New perc all in my body
We fuck don't tell nobody
Just stay down keep it solid
I ride around with this glock on me you play know I'm gone pop it
This shit can get real violent
She acting mad we riding in silence
This perc got me kicking and itching
Go against me you ain't never winning 
Tried me next day he was missing
You know I'm the one that she gone be picking
I need me some wings to fly away
I'm trynna get higher than high today
I was broke now they wanna come ride the wave
Wanna keep up with me you can try you can't
Trynna find someone better that's funny
Most of these niggas ain't getting no money
Broke bummy
Pull up and dump it
We gone wrap em up just like he a mummy
I know I'm better than yo last man
Ain't no fake shit we don't do acting
Brodie walked in this bitch with a Mac 10
I be trynna get in all the action (ok)
She don't think I know
That she fucking my bro
Ion even trip bout it cause a hoe gone be a hoe
Fuck that bitch nigga she can go
I be toting sticks when I'm on the road
Brodie keep it cool know he won't fold
If you never tell they'll never know
(Yeah)
Hollon, he say he be in the field go long
Ice on my neck to trim, frozone
Niggas I'm with they moving, too strong
Hit up his house got em moving, group home
Ain't no point of coming if you not gone bring yo friends
That boy is not gang I'm sorry I can not get in
Credits
Writer(s): Jayvon Crump
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