les
(Creeping with my motherfucking glock)
(Ready to pop on a)
(Creeping with my motherfucking glock)
(Ready to on a)
(Creeping with my motherfucking glock)
(Ready to pop on a punk ass nigga)
(Chrome plated trigger)
Inherent suffering
Nigga why you just buffering
Talking allat shit on the gram now you just be stuttering
Knock it get to stuffing yo shit
I'm DocMcstuffin this bitch
I ain't been mad up in a minute get to loving your shit
Man I'm pissed off
Ain't even fin diss y'all
I get crossed
Lil nigga n- n- nigga look at picture
I'm up in the stu
Man I'm posted off the goop
Wit the troop
Qu- qu- quem é você você
Nigga who is you ooh
I could get ya folks to forget you on the freeway
Niggas wanna work with T but don't do shit the T way
I just walk up on this bitch I do that shit the gleesh way
Walk walk walk walk bitch I be young TJ
Niggas want pressure I'm giving em subs
Put em on stretcher his mama wan hug
Where was yo brothers man where was the love
Shit building up allat tension a dub
For me and my niggas your downfall we rise
Sit back I'm hating wish for your demise
I know that see me bro open your eyes
You hoe and you pussy you ain't gonna ride
(Gotta stay strapped while I'm smoking on a blunt)
(Tec nine millimeter in the fucking trunk)
(Hell yeah some nigga watch me put in work)
(I got the tec nigga so lets do some dirt)
(Hell yeah some nigga watch me put in work)
(I got the tec nigga so lets do some dirt) Bill Hardy
I ain't been to New York but I'll skate on this bitch
Selling bricks to your door or we takin ya shit
Niggas wan talk like they making these hits
They talking bout wok but they faking that shit
That shit is annoying that shit is so lame
With they girls I'm toying she think I'm insane
She keep tryna leave tell me I'm playin game
I creep and line up my lil fist to ya brain
Fist to his gut man I give em the Heimlich
Yo fist ain't enough when the flash get to shining
I'm stealing ya lady I'm wining and dining
I'm lying to niggas don't know what I'm hiding
I keep this shit buried its deep in the vault
Wanna join Slideville?
You wanna join cult
I'm deep in her box man I'm not talking shulk
I peep that you dropping but niggas just sulk
(Gotta stay strapped while I'm smoking on a blunt)
(Tec nine millimeter in the fucking trunk)
(Hell yeah some nigga watch me put in work)
(I got the tec nigga so lets do some dirt)
(I got the)
(I got the)
(Ready to pop on a)
(Creeping with my motherfucking glock)
(Ready to on a)
(Creeping with my motherfucking glock)
(Ready to pop on a punk ass nigga)
(Chrome plated trigger)
Inherent suffering
Nigga why you just buffering
Talking allat shit on the gram now you just be stuttering
Knock it get to stuffing yo shit
I'm DocMcstuffin this bitch
I ain't been mad up in a minute get to loving your shit
Man I'm pissed off
Ain't even fin diss y'all
I get crossed
Lil nigga n- n- nigga look at picture
I'm up in the stu
Man I'm posted off the goop
Wit the troop
Qu- qu- quem é você você
Nigga who is you ooh
I could get ya folks to forget you on the freeway
Niggas wanna work with T but don't do shit the T way
I just walk up on this bitch I do that shit the gleesh way
Walk walk walk walk bitch I be young TJ
Niggas want pressure I'm giving em subs
Put em on stretcher his mama wan hug
Where was yo brothers man where was the love
Shit building up allat tension a dub
For me and my niggas your downfall we rise
Sit back I'm hating wish for your demise
I know that see me bro open your eyes
You hoe and you pussy you ain't gonna ride
(Gotta stay strapped while I'm smoking on a blunt)
(Tec nine millimeter in the fucking trunk)
(Hell yeah some nigga watch me put in work)
(I got the tec nigga so lets do some dirt)
(Hell yeah some nigga watch me put in work)
(I got the tec nigga so lets do some dirt) Bill Hardy
I ain't been to New York but I'll skate on this bitch
Selling bricks to your door or we takin ya shit
Niggas wan talk like they making these hits
They talking bout wok but they faking that shit
That shit is annoying that shit is so lame
With they girls I'm toying she think I'm insane
She keep tryna leave tell me I'm playin game
I creep and line up my lil fist to ya brain
Fist to his gut man I give em the Heimlich
Yo fist ain't enough when the flash get to shining
I'm stealing ya lady I'm wining and dining
I'm lying to niggas don't know what I'm hiding
I keep this shit buried its deep in the vault
Wanna join Slideville?
You wanna join cult
I'm deep in her box man I'm not talking shulk
I peep that you dropping but niggas just sulk
(Gotta stay strapped while I'm smoking on a blunt)
(Tec nine millimeter in the fucking trunk)
(Hell yeah some nigga watch me put in work)
(I got the tec nigga so lets do some dirt)
(I got the)
(I got the)
Credits
Writer(s): Timothy Bright
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