Boyz (feat. SB Mar, SB Kwan & SB Ke)

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Bitch we on the come up, know these niggas probably heard of us
First it was me and Ke but hold on it's a third of us
He gon' pull it out the pint and go to Weigle's, make a double cup
Vlone Tee on me, knowin these niggas cannot fuck with us
SGA the clan, know these niggas wanna be one of us
Bitch I ain't got no trust, pull the 40 out, I'm quick to bust

Yeah, I'm at the top where I'm supposed to be
Jumped in the game, niggas acting like they coaching me
Ski mask on, I'm hoping that they don't notice me
Got a lil' bitch, she feening for the love like I'm Jodeci
Josh Allen, I wanted bills since I was 17
Pounds in the truck, car smelling like a evergreen
KD, she gon' leave her niggas for the better team
Married to the gang, never buy a bitch a wedding ring

My bitch too bad, I told her push up like the exercise
Have you ever seen a .22, I shoot a .45
I feel immortal, I'm sorry you niggas bitches, y'all was born to die
I don't care if niggas tryna seek, cause I'll never hide
How you broke and hungry, but you scared to work a 9-5
Wrapped up like a mummy, smoking zombies, but I feel alive

I keep on lying to this bitch like I don't fuck with R-Truth
I told that bitch I'm from the west, she think I'm throwing up the woo
Them bullets ripping through his head, but he ain't even heard the boom
Might see me dealing with the opps, the way I'm bending out the coupe
Nah, nigga, I ain't lost it
SB the gang, we be dripping like a faucet
He was talking out his ass to them boys left him with coffins
30 on my shit? Hold on, hold on
It be 30 on my hip, don't get wet up like a dolphin
Bitch, I talk this shit, I either did it or I saw it
Bitch we only want the green like some niggas from out Boston
If my life go downhill, I'm gonna be uppin' and like a dolphin
Me and my niggas all from Texas, but this Beat was made by
("Austin", yeah)

Nigga you ain't finna slide, you ain't wearing slippers like Kawhi
I'll fade em up, but Ion play with the Clippers
Up the pole, make a nigga dance, but I ain't finna tip her
This ain't Fortnite, fuck a storm, bitch, I'm moving quicker
Niggas fucking around with 12, play, call em R. Kelly
Sipping on his Remy, doctors hoping that my heart feel me
Used to play the post like a office, but they don't mail me
Bro said the bitch pussy good, told him, don't tell me

Yo bitch probably think I play with cards the way I be with Ace
Send a couple owls to his crib because he scared of Drake
Big rock on me
It'll make you have the pebble face
Ke going broke? yeah, that's something you should never say
Damnnn, I gotta chill out
Three on me now
I'll make a wizard be alive
Don't fuck with the Oscars, just made a hundred and I'm real proud
Just call me Orange, cause once I fuck, I'ma peel out



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Writer(s): Mark Adams Jr
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