Toss It
Ya, know what I'm saying
F Double N F, nigga
O.G. Mike
My first time hitting a lick, bitch, I came up on a .40
Yo first time hitting it lick, nigga, you got caught and you was talkin'
Nigga know how I keep this blick, this bitch here just for chalkin'
Fuck that bitch, I ain't know her name, shit, I just call her whatcha call it
Don't got to write shit in the booth, this off the brain, so I thought it
I don't condone none of that sucker shit, these niggas always talkin'
Circle full of none but bosses, bitch, I came up off of losses
Young shoota, he a fool wit it, he up it, then he toss it
Off these addy's, I'm goin' do 'em badly, I've been causing havoc
Strong back, no honey pack, I fuck that bitch, she call me daddy
Niggas be saying that they havin', but I ain't having, stop the cappin'
I was down bad on my dick when I got that blick and did some magic
I don't even got no ops for real, these niggas just broke and envy me
I can tell these niggas in they feelings by what they put on IG
I'm in the street, not in the street, F.L.Y, I'm out your league
Keep that fye, I move discrete, I know these niggas be plotting on me
Niggas knowing that I ain't gone
If it ain't foreign, then it's borin'
You beat that bitch, cause she be ho'ing
That my little hoe, we making porn
Like children on the corn
I'm in the field, I got this steel for real
Fear None Never Fold, forever solid
I'm cut like that for real
My first time hitting a lick, bitch, I came up on a .40
Yo first time hitting it lick, nigga, you got caught and you was talkin'
Nigga know how I keep this blick, this bitch here just for chalkin'
Fuck that bitch, I ain't know her name, shit, I just call her whatcha call it
Don't got to write shit in the booth, this off the brain, so I thought it
I don't condone none of that sucker shit, these niggas always talkin'
Circle full of none but bosses, bitch, I came up off of losses
Young shoota, he a fool wit it, he up it, then he toss it
Totin' that fye for a image, nigga, ain't never been on no drill
If I see my opp, I'm poppin' shit, nigga know that what it is
Fuck what you claim or bang, we not the same, It ain't no nigga I fear
I drop fourty on some Plain Jane and put that in my ear
I'm the biggest in this bitch
Ridin' dolo with this blick
I be splashing in the fit
That why your bitch be on my dick
Before I started rapping, no cap
I was in the dixie selling nicks
Then moved to the brooks
Ran it up with crooks and came up off some licks
Ain't think the shit I was doing would catch up to me, I had to go legit
Don't get it twisted, just cause I'm rapping, nigga, I hit your ass with this blick
I'm on point, ain't going for shit, niggas be thinking with they dick
Send a bitch, now he a lick, Mike still on that bullshit
My first time hitting a lick, bitch, I came up on a .40
Yo first time hitting it lick, nigga, you got caught and you was talkin'
Nigga know how I keep this blick, this bitch here just for chalkin'
Fuck that bitch, I ain't know her name, shit, I just call her whatcha call it
Don't got to write shit in the booth, this off the brain, so I thought it
I don't condone none of that sucker shit, these niggas always talkin'
Circle full of none but bosses, bitch, I came up off of losses
Young shoota, he a fool wit it, he up it, then he toss it
F Double N F, nigga
O.G. Mike
My first time hitting a lick, bitch, I came up on a .40
Yo first time hitting it lick, nigga, you got caught and you was talkin'
Nigga know how I keep this blick, this bitch here just for chalkin'
Fuck that bitch, I ain't know her name, shit, I just call her whatcha call it
Don't got to write shit in the booth, this off the brain, so I thought it
I don't condone none of that sucker shit, these niggas always talkin'
Circle full of none but bosses, bitch, I came up off of losses
Young shoota, he a fool wit it, he up it, then he toss it
Off these addy's, I'm goin' do 'em badly, I've been causing havoc
Strong back, no honey pack, I fuck that bitch, she call me daddy
Niggas be saying that they havin', but I ain't having, stop the cappin'
I was down bad on my dick when I got that blick and did some magic
I don't even got no ops for real, these niggas just broke and envy me
I can tell these niggas in they feelings by what they put on IG
I'm in the street, not in the street, F.L.Y, I'm out your league
Keep that fye, I move discrete, I know these niggas be plotting on me
Niggas knowing that I ain't gone
If it ain't foreign, then it's borin'
You beat that bitch, cause she be ho'ing
That my little hoe, we making porn
Like children on the corn
I'm in the field, I got this steel for real
Fear None Never Fold, forever solid
I'm cut like that for real
My first time hitting a lick, bitch, I came up on a .40
Yo first time hitting it lick, nigga, you got caught and you was talkin'
Nigga know how I keep this blick, this bitch here just for chalkin'
Fuck that bitch, I ain't know her name, shit, I just call her whatcha call it
Don't got to write shit in the booth, this off the brain, so I thought it
I don't condone none of that sucker shit, these niggas always talkin'
Circle full of none but bosses, bitch, I came up off of losses
Young shoota, he a fool wit it, he up it, then he toss it
Totin' that fye for a image, nigga, ain't never been on no drill
If I see my opp, I'm poppin' shit, nigga know that what it is
Fuck what you claim or bang, we not the same, It ain't no nigga I fear
I drop fourty on some Plain Jane and put that in my ear
I'm the biggest in this bitch
Ridin' dolo with this blick
I be splashing in the fit
That why your bitch be on my dick
Before I started rapping, no cap
I was in the dixie selling nicks
Then moved to the brooks
Ran it up with crooks and came up off some licks
Ain't think the shit I was doing would catch up to me, I had to go legit
Don't get it twisted, just cause I'm rapping, nigga, I hit your ass with this blick
I'm on point, ain't going for shit, niggas be thinking with they dick
Send a bitch, now he a lick, Mike still on that bullshit
My first time hitting a lick, bitch, I came up on a .40
Yo first time hitting it lick, nigga, you got caught and you was talkin'
Nigga know how I keep this blick, this bitch here just for chalkin'
Fuck that bitch, I ain't know her name, shit, I just call her whatcha call it
Don't got to write shit in the booth, this off the brain, so I thought it
I don't condone none of that sucker shit, these niggas always talkin'
Circle full of none but bosses, bitch, I came up off of losses
Young shoota, he a fool wit it, he up it, then he toss it
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