Inflamed

Yeah, Smoking dope
Nigga know how this shit go
We always change the score (PBell)
Nigga we got money and we'll fuck yo' hoe (Aye)

Aye my nigga sippin' syrup, he steady trying to kill his car
Nigga fuck around with em fuck arounds and get smoked lil mouse
Pull up on a nigga, dump 100 rounds
I ain't playing, knock a nigga out
Nigga I ain't mainstream
Better stay where all my opps be, that's underground
Let that .62 eat his flesh
Nigga better ride around with a vest
Nigga get cashed out, it's a mac down
Killers run down for that check
Nigga I been sliding, on the set
Real deal walk down on shit
I don't like bitches, I don't like niggas
I don't like nobody, that's that
Nigga been a bitch, еverybody know about it
Bro slide around, who next?
Puеrto Rican bitch, she ain't got nobody
But the bitch good with her neck
Pussy nigga cap, he ain't got no bodies
Slap a 30 round in the Tec
Bullets swing 'round, heard its bullet down
Nigga, ain't can't slid on shit
Glock 21, finna get a switch on it
Slap a titty under that bitch
Light said I'm tripping cause I'm with the shits
Cause I be still down for a hit
Take a nigga bitch, ion give her dick
Wanna fuck Dot cause a nigga lit
Niggas pissed off cause I'm getting rich
Try to take it from me nigga imma blick
Roll up dope nigga I get high
Eyes real low with a stick on side
Pull on side, bet a nigga won't try
Imma bang my iron, leave a nigga to die
Flicking my wrist like I'm flicking a blick
If I spot me a opp, imma hit him from far
Hit you with a dick, I be up in this bitch
We get up with a nigga and fuck up his car
Nigga we drill shit I ain't playing
We could be broke, that was back then
Now i got bands, nigga what you sayin'?
I done came up, pussy, I'm the man (Pussy)
Leave a whole car load in yo' car door
Catch a taco, order in
You can get Gatos, shoot his car hoe, put a pothole in yo' man
Niggas got big rolls in they pants
Yeen got money nigga, how ya be?
European Drac, way from outta state
Clip in this bitch long like a tree
22 shots in the .23, talking like he 'bout it, make him feel the heat
I just met a freak hoe and she creep
Tryna make me pull up on moncrease
With the hit squad, they don't give a fuck
Tryna smash anything that they see
When I'm in the city, bitch I'm tinted up
Riding with a AK on the seat
Only thing I'm ducking is the police
Riding in a bucket nigga on B
Finna flush another nigga on B
Gossip about another nigga, ain't me (Aye)
Play and you get tucked in, want some money? Go spin
I can't beef about no cat, she wanna hoe, then go ahead
Choppa space a nigga brain out, like he bowlegged
"Chill out Dot, you need to calm down" that's what my hoe said
Aye a grown ass nigga chasing clout, that shit so sad
Niggas keep my name in they mouth, with they broke ass
Young crew got no bag
You using 'em, it's funny when
They realize that they dying first and you the one that's dying last
Stupid ass boy, ol' pawn ass nigga
Faking ass, "ion shoot my gun" ass nigga
"When they hit the corner, imma duck and run" ass nigga
When we push on up em, pop up like "where you going nigga"

Ugh



Credits
Writer(s): Jacourey Rivers, Parker Bell, Paul-emanuel Virga
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