100 Bars

(Floaty)

786 58 shit, nigga

Take a nigga gun off his hip
I ain't never gave no nigga, no pass in my life
I heard a nigga dissing on the gram
I'm tryna catch the hat spin the block all day and damn night
The flash in his face he lose sight
I cannot fall in love with no bitch that I hit for one night
I been tryna bend a nigga block
Don't ever think about robbing me
Cause you reach for this chain you get shot nigga
Hit you in your face
One up top It's a switch fap a nigga in his brain
Can't hit the play, I'm out the way on a plane
Send my youngins on the skit its gon be done the same day
He got dropped tryna bang, okay don't make me get the hoeing
Heard they took 30k, me personally I'm not going
Had the gun but playing with it pass around but never blow it
If we was cool I wouldn't let you get the blick can't even hold it
If I send you a drop you couldn't blitz it
You can make some quick cheese, be quiet, nigga listen
Covid mask on in the kitchen
Wrist locking up in here for hours, nigga whippin
A hundred some guns, who the fuck i'm worried bout'
Walk em' down face his ass what the fuck we talkin' bout?
Sitting dead in front the drop we stalking out
We gon' run up in the crib, wake him up If the bitch ain't coming out
You a snitch they shoulda hit you in the mouth
Ain't got no cheese to buy clothes, ain't got no paper in yo account
Niggas broke as fuck, ain't got no cheese you can't count
We gon' leave the phones at the crib when we go to stalk out
If he walk out he getting faced, he better stay in
I been takin lil niggas shit since the playpen
Take it off of semi smack on fully we gon' see then
You broke nigga's 28 years old still ain't seen ten
We finna make a quick ten racks, this a clean bin
I'm on that block, if I see his brother, I'ma beam Lin
You gon' get your stupid ass faced better not reach him
Five Glocks, two switches on the floor we finna the eat then
I got the Drac up in the tech, I ain't worried bout shit
I wanna see him go live when two three, send a blitz
I'm tryna check a nigga temp he on the gram like he lit
He posting in that lil' Benz, he gon' get that bitch flipped
And that's on 786, me and Beezy in the trap with bout seven eight sticks
Ran down with Arp and took three niggas blicks
Tell a nigga get up with me, real pit ain't scared of shit, nigga
Come get back for Lil' yea, why you dissing on Lil' Jay
When Bro got his kick took they put it on in his face
You mans got sold a fake pill and got his stupid ass laced
Speak on Jay, Leek, Wildd or Marmar, you gettin faced, nigga

Fuck is you talking bout



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