7Am
This a PS for you niggas, not no PlayStation
I can have your bitch if I want, but I don't do basic
I want to treat her like a lady, but I ain't the temptations
Slide on your block, hop out, them boys lace him
He acting fishy around this bitch, we going have to bait him
I got the heat in Miami, like I'm Bron Ima have to chase him
He walk down this trail again, we going have to blaze him
Chops look like canes when it's Christmas cause we going have to raise him
My bitch hot, but I'm cool
In the streets, fuck the rules
My bro got locked on the 1st, he ain't get no april fools
When my heart needed fix where was you at with the tool
6 siblings in the house, sometimes we ain't have no food
Ima hot-boy, with a hot stick, with a hot flow
These bitches want to fuck everybody she is nachos
I got some hot shells, like it's Taco Bell duck your taco
5.56, coming out the stick, turn him pot hole
Long live mekhi
Ye, I miss my nigga
This city full of hate, you better go and get a trigger
Ke off that loud, he keep saying he feel the rhythm
And I ain't trying to buddy up with shit, fuck them niggas
I remember I was on my own, I couldn't call nobody phone, remember days I was posted in the back seat
Now these hoes want to call my phone, and these niggas see I'm on, but I don't care I'll blitz him in the back seat
I can have your bitch if I want, but I don't do basic
I want to treat her like a lady, but I ain't the temptations
Slide on your block, hop out, them boys lace him
He acting fishy around this bitch, we going have to bait him
I got the heat in Miami, like I'm Bron Ima have to chase him
He walk down this trail again, we going have to blaze him
Chops look like canes when it's Christmas cause we going have to raise him
My bitch hot, but I'm cool
In the streets, fuck the rules
My bro got locked on the 1st, he ain't get no april fools
When my heart needed fix where was you at with the tool
6 siblings in the house, sometimes we ain't have no food
Ima hot-boy, with a hot stick, with a hot flow
These bitches want to fuck everybody she is nachos
I got some hot shells, like it's Taco Bell duck your taco
5.56, coming out the stick, turn him pot hole
Long live mekhi
Ye, I miss my nigga
This city full of hate, you better go and get a trigger
Ke off that loud, he keep saying he feel the rhythm
And I ain't trying to buddy up with shit, fuck them niggas
I remember I was on my own, I couldn't call nobody phone, remember days I was posted in the back seat
Now these hoes want to call my phone, and these niggas see I'm on, but I don't care I'll blitz him in the back seat
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Writer(s): Mark Adams Jr
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