IGHT (feat. ilygio & Jruskii)
Up the Drac to his dome
He was talking that shit now he not coming home
Bitch I got them blues on me like I'm Post Malone
Nigga think this shit sweet he get smacked with the chrome
Bitch I slide with a Drac, rest in peace to his soul
Bitch I'm cooking you niggas like whipping the stove
Why the fuck you got grip if you not gonna blow?
All my niggas be juggin, n, snuggin them slopes
Damn slide with a AK
Hop out 6 Glocks, nigga dying the worst way
Bitch I'm tweaking off Adderall, tweaked off the Percy's
Nigga tryna compete but he last I'm in first place
Bitch we in first
She did me bad so I'm doing her worse
Bending her knees like she up in church
I'm smoking gas, but I pop me a Perc
Crashing the Rari we switch to the Vert
That nigga talk down 100 Rounds leave em merked
You not bout it lil nigga shutup, you get hurt
Yea, shutup
Nigga talk crazy he get, done up
Bitch I get geeked til the sun, come up
Young nigga hop out the back of the truck
30 on me, swear to god imma bust
Hop out the Coupe with the Glock smoking Runtz
Hop out the Coupe with a Glock and a Switch
Head tap, Head tap, give a fuck bout a diss
If you not gonna slide nigga give up the stick
I got niggas who boolin' n shootin at kids (fdrr)
He tried to run, but he ran out of luck
Fuck that OG bitch I'm smoking that Runtz
Gimme a russian than it's goin up
Fuck a Perc, fuck these niggas I'm feeling like Trump
He tried to slide, make the fuck nigga run
Got 223's, but bitch I'm the 1
Niggas sweet, yea they honeybuns
223 bullets can't fit in my gun
Smoking this gas, this shit got me slumped,
Talking that shit, he get hit in his gut
His girlfriend a fan and that bitch she a bop
He try to run but we knocking his top
He try to run but we knocking his top
Bitch we just got the lo' all you niggas get dropped
All you niggas be ass, all yo music gon flop
Nigga talking that shit he get shot in his top
Bitch I ain't with the dissing I'm toting a Smith &
Nigga if you want smoke than this shit'll get wicked
I got niggas who shooting, them niggas be Christans
All my niggas be Blood, but some niggas be Crippin
Bitch, Gang
He was talking that shit now he not coming home
Bitch I got them blues on me like I'm Post Malone
Nigga think this shit sweet he get smacked with the chrome
Bitch I slide with a Drac, rest in peace to his soul
Bitch I'm cooking you niggas like whipping the stove
Why the fuck you got grip if you not gonna blow?
All my niggas be juggin, n, snuggin them slopes
Damn slide with a AK
Hop out 6 Glocks, nigga dying the worst way
Bitch I'm tweaking off Adderall, tweaked off the Percy's
Nigga tryna compete but he last I'm in first place
Bitch we in first
She did me bad so I'm doing her worse
Bending her knees like she up in church
I'm smoking gas, but I pop me a Perc
Crashing the Rari we switch to the Vert
That nigga talk down 100 Rounds leave em merked
You not bout it lil nigga shutup, you get hurt
Yea, shutup
Nigga talk crazy he get, done up
Bitch I get geeked til the sun, come up
Young nigga hop out the back of the truck
30 on me, swear to god imma bust
Hop out the Coupe with the Glock smoking Runtz
Hop out the Coupe with a Glock and a Switch
Head tap, Head tap, give a fuck bout a diss
If you not gonna slide nigga give up the stick
I got niggas who boolin' n shootin at kids (fdrr)
He tried to run, but he ran out of luck
Fuck that OG bitch I'm smoking that Runtz
Gimme a russian than it's goin up
Fuck a Perc, fuck these niggas I'm feeling like Trump
He tried to slide, make the fuck nigga run
Got 223's, but bitch I'm the 1
Niggas sweet, yea they honeybuns
223 bullets can't fit in my gun
Smoking this gas, this shit got me slumped,
Talking that shit, he get hit in his gut
His girlfriend a fan and that bitch she a bop
He try to run but we knocking his top
He try to run but we knocking his top
Bitch we just got the lo' all you niggas get dropped
All you niggas be ass, all yo music gon flop
Nigga talking that shit he get shot in his top
Bitch I ain't with the dissing I'm toting a Smith &
Nigga if you want smoke than this shit'll get wicked
I got niggas who shooting, them niggas be Christans
All my niggas be Blood, but some niggas be Crippin
Bitch, Gang
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Writer(s): Alonzo Jones
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