10

Drop flock I don't know nothing else
Cant rip me out of the booth my nigga, got too much shit on my belt
Got too much shit on my mind, smoked three times but it ain't even help
Already broke through her spine, give me more time gonna break something else
Late night post with my dawg, if any of them call ima be right there
Slack off and this shit gon fall, cant go like that so I don't play fair
Don't tell me there's nothing to do, if you bored as a bitch better lock right in
One of one keep spitting the truth, if I'm hitting the booth gonna make like ten

Amen

You'd be surprised how these fuck niggas move
Know it's all cool don't trust 'em again
I could back out blues any day of the week, bro telling me better watch what I spend
They tryna act like they playing for keeps, pussy as fuck no they never gon' bend

Who the drugs got you feeling like
Black on them if I want to, show em that this shit real life
Dogs in a pack gon' haunt you, put a hand in my face catch a big bite
Transform in this bitch after midnight
Can't leave this hoe till I get right

Ain't fucking with this then they get left
I rep bean town straight to the bone nigga, don't be surprised if I pop out with green flesh
I know folks on the road never home nigga, yeah they got blue blood talking 'bout big racks
Don't give a fuck who's the opponent, ain't no match what I rep that's 1RAC

Drop flock I don't know nothing else
Can't rip me out of the booth my nigga, got too much shit on my belt
Got too much shit on my mind, smoked three times but it ain't even help
Already broke through her spine, give me more time gonna break something else
Late night post with my dawg, if any of them call ima be right there
Slack off and this shit gon fall, cant go like that so I don't play fair
Don't tell me there's nothing to do, if you bored as a bitch better lock right in
One of one keep spitting the truth, if I'm hitting the booth gonna make like ten



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Writer(s): Jason Thompson
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