When They See Me

Smokin' on Gpop
Smokin' on Fries
I'm smokin' on Caine
Wasca (Ayo, Eli, what the fuck?)
Grrah

When they see me, they think I'ma run?
I'm too fast, I'ma back out my gun
Word to ya' what? He like, word to his son?
Nigga, Poncho got poked, and he done (Poncho)
Nigga dumb if he think I'ma box
I'ma sneak up, I'ma let it flock
Walked through they hood wit' my Cartier on me
Them niggas saw me and ain't take my watch

Free the ooters, free 150 Sha
Y'all niggas know what he do to the Y
Our brother died and we went to go spin
Y'all brother died and y'all went to go cry
Put the .40 up, cause I'm tryna bend with my .9
If she not totin' knocks, then she wastin' my time
They like, "Chill, gang, she be wit' the Sweeps"
Delilah that bitch if she get out of line ('Lilah)

When they see me, they think I'ma run?
I'm too fast, I'ma back out my gun
Word to ya' what? He like, word to his son?
Nigga, Poncho got poked, and he done (Poncho)
Nigga dumb if he think I'ma box
I'ma sneak up, I'ma let it flock
Walked through they hood wit' my Cartier on me
Them niggas saw me and ain't take my watch

WD-40, had to clean my Glock
This not a jammer, had to clean the knocks
New opp died, and that lil' nigga tripped
Now, we be smokin' on M With The Dot
They was sayin' that kid was a buggout
So, why Trey got put in a box?
We was linked wit' the Hill, but it's fuck SugarHill
They gon' run when I start throwin' shots (OYK)
I should've kicked Notti candles
JStar cappin, talkin' on the net
That's somethin' all of my fans do (Pussy)
Ain't a lie, wish I would have blammed you (Grrah)
Roll up his brother 'cause he in the sky
I was fiendin' to click when I bent they side
Lil' Ddot be smokin my pops?
It's a party when that nigga die

When they see me, they think I'ma run?
I'm too fast, I'ma back out my gun
Word to ya' what? He like, word to his son?
Nigga, Poncho got poked, and he done
Nigga dumb if he think I'ma box
I'ma sneak up, I'ma let it flock
Walked through they hood wit' my Cartier on me
Them niggas saw me and ain't take my watch

Free the ooters, free 150 Sha
Y'all niggas know what he do to the Y (L'zzz Here)
Our brother died and we went to go spin
Y'all brother died and y'all went to go cry
Put the .40 up, cause I'm tryna bend with my .9
If she not totin' knocks, then she wastin' my time
They like, "Chill, gang, she be wit' the Sweeps"
Delilah that bitch if she get out of line ('Lilah)

Suck my dick
Everything dead, gotta stand on that shit, OGz
OGz
OGz
Grrah, grrah
Gang-gang-gang



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Writer(s): Chalim Perry, Gabriel Porto, Harvey Jean
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