Intro

I ain't never gave reason for doubt
In my lane boy I'm staying on route
Most of these nigga coved in clout
Talk my shit then I'm living it out
I ain't never gave reason for doubt
Most of these nigga coved in clout
I talk my shit then I'm living it out
I talk my shit then I'm living it out
I got heat like I flip in the south
I got flip you still cop by the ounce
Know you sick how I drip off the sauce
Fuck your bitch I don't kiss on the mouth

One more time
Man that hoe gone get tossed
Springing up
Every time that she called
Winter time
We straight back from the fall
Summer time
Man the chain gone be cold
Hit the gym
Man them niggas ain't buff
They ain't tough
Man these niggas ain't bold
Got the Glock
But I still ain't gone use it
Slap 'em down
All the way to the floor
I got racks
Man my pocket don't fold
I got packs
I just shipped off a load
Send her off
Gotta switch different modes
Got the flag
And its wrapped the pole
Give her pipe
Man these bitches gone choke
In her guts
Til she curling her toes
Fuck a tax
We gone shop off the boat
Silly nigga
What the fuck was you told?
I been chasing checks nigga
Hunnit band hunnit band
Why you wanna test me
You know I'm a gunner man
And you wanna keep looking
Over your shoulder now
You gone be dead
You suppose to be a running man
They ain't really got a lot to say
Cuz they front man
Like a short nigga
Boy you know that I'm stunt man
And I'm in the field
Yeah I do my own stunts man
Niggas they just acting
They ain't real they just stuntman
Hit the block
Watch these niggas be shocked
New whip
With the rims that's gone chop
Glass roof
Hit the Botton no top
Double tint
Cuz you bitch she a thot
No tint
She still give up the top
No sweat
Hit her put her on top
No keys
Gotta bust down the locks
Four Keys
Just for padro and pac
No doubt



Credits
Writer(s): Ermonte Uitenham
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