Tint

Ouu
Ouu
Ouu
Ouuuu

Woo

Yeah yeah
Riding all black with the tint
Can't let em slide my niggas ready all on ten
Ouuu
Yeah

Spin the block we going in
Many men wish death on me can't make amends
Never know what's bout to happen through the ends
Don't trust a soul what's on this road could be the end

Heard he talking bout the gang like it's a trend
You not my friend
So don't pretend
Don't dap me up on some fake shit like you my mans
Cross the line I bet you won't do it again
Yeah yeah
Soon as I walk up in this bitch it's like a standoff
You must not know that you been fucking with the top dog
Aim at ya head don't need a stick to make it pop off
Niggas steady riding on my dick I tell them hop off
Who's next up on the list
Don't think they catching my drift
Don't mind to talk with my fist
Somedays it is what it is
Go bust down on the wrist
I'm everything that they wished for
Can't rock with me and my tempo
Don't play this ain't no Nintendo
Can't take away what I'm meant for
My troops copy like 10-4
Once I let em in on the info
Can't see through the windows
Unless you looking from indoor
Opps looking real dusty caught em slipping right by the end zone
Them niggas know that they dead wrong
Who want smoke niggas been gone

Ouu
Ouu
Ouu
Ouuuu

Woo

Yeah yeah
Riding all black with the tint
Can't let em slide my niggas ready all on ten
Ouuu
Yeah

Spin the block we going in
Many men wish death on me can't make amends
Never know what's bout to happen through the ends
Don't trust a soul what's on this road could be the end

Heard he talkin bout the gang like it's a trend
You not my friend
So don't pretend
Don't dap me up on some fake shit like you my mans
Cross the line I bet you won't do it again



Credits
Writer(s): Brandon Trujillo
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