Off Em!
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Yeah, yeah, woah, woah
It's 31 in this bih nigga, & on different timing Nigga
Camden baby (laughs)
I came out the bottom with my fucking brothers
I could never switch up we cherish each other
I'd die for my brother like we got the same mother
If you talk on my brother we getting you whacked
Lil big 31 keep a Glock with a mag
I don't need to blitz you I'm dropping that bag
Gotta Glock on my left and the right is my rag
See a fuck nigga toes and You know imma tag
Gotta big booty bih yeah you know imma grab
I just put on my headphones & hopped in the lab
All these lame ass, pussy ass niggas be hatin on Heem
But you know that I'm getting them smacked
Got a Glock 26 no I can't ever lack
Yeah I get to the cheddar, yeah I get to the racks
Got so many sticks like I'm fresh out the Raq
But I'm big Camden baby put them boys on the map
Pussy nigga run up we gon off em
Don't give no fucks lil boy just drop
All these hoes on my dick cause I'm going to the top
When I slide in the Vette, yeah I'm taking the top off
Yeah when I slide in the Vette, yeah I slide with luh veli
We got weed, percs, & drinks n sum hoes in the telly
All this drink in my tummy it's making it hurt
All this ice on my neck, man I'm feeling it burr
If that pussy run up, put that boy in a hearse
If that boy not my kin then I'm gettin him murked
Gotta thick yellow bitch In the back of the whip
She puttin that throat to work
AR-P on my side put that scope to work
Yeah she eating the D like she gulp Dessert
If you wanna beef about a bih I'll put that glock to work
Yeah, yeah, put that glock to work
Hit him in his noggin, put that lil bih in a coffin
All these niggas be talkin allat Shit
You niggas ain't pistol popping
If a nigga try to talk down on the gang I'll hit his muffin Nigga
Really down to crash out for the gang
Ain't no discussion Nigga
Talk down on my brother up the choppa
Ain't no bluffin nigga
All these fuck Niggas think this shit be sweet
Hell nah I ain't going for nun Nigga
And I'm down to face my problems
Ain't no hidin, ain't no running nigga (yeah)
Yeah, yeah, woah, woah
It's luh 31 in this bih yeah, yeah
Fuck nigga, hell you tammat nigga?
Woah, woah
Yeah, yeah, woah, woah
It's 31 in this bih nigga, & on different timing Nigga
Camden baby (laughs)
I came out the bottom with my fucking brothers
I could never switch up we cherish each other
I'd die for my brother like we got the same mother
If you talk on my brother we getting you whacked
Lil big 31 keep a Glock with a mag
I don't need to blitz you I'm dropping that bag
Gotta Glock on my left and the right is my rag
See a fuck nigga toes and You know imma tag
Gotta big booty bih yeah you know imma grab
I just put on my headphones & hopped in the lab
All these lame ass, pussy ass niggas be hatin on Heem
But you know that I'm getting them smacked
Got a Glock 26 no I can't ever lack
Yeah I get to the cheddar, yeah I get to the racks
Got so many sticks like I'm fresh out the Raq
But I'm big Camden baby put them boys on the map
Pussy nigga run up we gon off em
Don't give no fucks lil boy just drop
All these hoes on my dick cause I'm going to the top
When I slide in the Vette, yeah I'm taking the top off
Yeah when I slide in the Vette, yeah I slide with luh veli
We got weed, percs, & drinks n sum hoes in the telly
All this drink in my tummy it's making it hurt
All this ice on my neck, man I'm feeling it burr
If that pussy run up, put that boy in a hearse
If that boy not my kin then I'm gettin him murked
Gotta thick yellow bitch In the back of the whip
She puttin that throat to work
AR-P on my side put that scope to work
Yeah she eating the D like she gulp Dessert
If you wanna beef about a bih I'll put that glock to work
Yeah, yeah, put that glock to work
Hit him in his noggin, put that lil bih in a coffin
All these niggas be talkin allat Shit
You niggas ain't pistol popping
If a nigga try to talk down on the gang I'll hit his muffin Nigga
Really down to crash out for the gang
Ain't no discussion Nigga
Talk down on my brother up the choppa
Ain't no bluffin nigga
All these fuck Niggas think this shit be sweet
Hell nah I ain't going for nun Nigga
And I'm down to face my problems
Ain't no hidin, ain't no running nigga (yeah)
Yeah, yeah, woah, woah
It's luh 31 in this bih yeah, yeah
Fuck nigga, hell you tammat nigga?
Woah, woah
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Writer(s): Ibrahim Kalil Toure
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