Test (feat. Lil Dnt)

You pussy, you a bottom feeder
You ratting on the gang you know that we don't need you
Praying to save your life but you ain't doing neither
L-O-L, the chat laughin' at you lil' nigga
Yeah, you lil' nigga
That favor i'ma need it back
You think this is a test, but I don't fuck with that
Play this shit like Chess, yeah i'ma brainiac
Favorite color green, but want my foreign black
Yeah, my foreign black, yeah

Snitches gettin' stitches, you gon' hear the blast
Niggas ran up in their houses, but ain't forget the mask
Bring up all the shit you hidin' up all in your past
I break that shit like glass, hold up

Let me hit a high note, I ain't flyin' solo
You think I'm crazy, you be crazy, I don't even know
Bread up on the table, nigga, when them copped a 4-4
Now I'm flyin' solo, off the gas, I'm slow-mo, oh

No tests, no files my nigga
If you rat up on the gang, then you not my nigga
It's crazy what niggas would do for a check
Tell me what I should do with that

You pussy, you a bottom feeder
You ratting on the gang you know that we don't need you
Praying to save your life but you ain't doing neither
L-O-L, the chat laughin' at you lil' nigga
Yeah, you lil' nigga
That favor i'ma need it back
You think this is a test, but I don't fuck with that
Play this shit like Chess, yeah i'ma brainiac
Favorite color green, but want my foreign black
Yeah, my foreign black, yeah

Yeah, my foreign black, deal a shot with that foreign stat
The least I be willin' to stop is two milli
Save a lot, get that foreign fact

The music be bumpin', take all that money
Been havin' feasts to rock with that 200
I reach with that chop, they say how I stunt it
I pull up if these people say that they frontin

I see the opposition in my scope
Rise over run like I'm teachin' a slope
Rise over run, I get higher and higher
Beam all that shit just like a magnifier

Get bigger and brighter and you'll see a fighter
Come and spark up with the mind of a lighter
Just a little touch, you don't need an igniter
Some of y'all livin' that life like a spider, yeah

Yeah, man
That's just how it is, bro
That's just how it is
That shit crazy

You pussy, you a bottom feeder
You ratting on the gang you know that we don't need you
Praying to save your life but you ain't doing neither
L-O-L, the chat laughin' at you lil' nigga
Yeah, you lil' nigga
That favor i'ma need it back
You think this is a test, but I don't fuck with that
Play this shit like Chess, yeah i'ma brainiac
Favorite color green, but want my foreign black
Yeah, my foreign black, yeah



Credits
Writer(s): Duante Ambersley
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