Oh Ight
Same day clear
This shit ain't overnight(Yes)
We take a gamble in this shit
Like fuck it roll the dice
Tell me if we mask up is you gon roll tonight
I know she gon hit that
If I show her what that road is like
Rip the bully I know cuz be really watching over
(BullyGang)
Put the beam between his shit
Fuck it pop it open
My switchy go with ever fit
I call it glockanova
She den seen me out wit a new bitch
Came back and topped the both of us
(Real eater)
Brody said that he a come
Fuck what the bond say
After I hit the bitch she fucked around
Went bi to beyond straight
I can really lace da city and blow da crime rate
I got 25 to life up in this whip
With out of town plates
You need some height up on them boots
To come stand over me(Dumb ass nigga)
Pop his whip don't finish him until it overheat
(Get his ass)
I'm sick as hell these niggas really
Snitching over keys
Fuck the feds free my plug
They extradited him from overseas
Girly sitting passenger she finna count sumn
Aye
I just flew down telegraph (Yes)
With bout a wop on me
I'm tryna catch him in his hood
So I can top sum
Thought I was playing when bro said
Can't come around if you ain't pop nun
My favorite time to slide on opps
Be Independence Day
Brody dropped a 4 up in a pop
And mixed that bitch with Minute Maid
BloodMoney 264
We ain't no renegade
You think you at the top
But let me show you what I did today
Quit taking glizzys on a drill
Go up a drac or sumn(Lil ass nigga)
I can show you how to make that pape
And pay for nun
Brody up that drac and he make sure
You don't make the summer
Nah Brody up that drac if u thinking
You gon take sumn
Brody ain't a bum
But he might take it if that wrist glowing
Heard he seen a opp up in the county
And threw piss on em
Brody asked me to punch him up amiris
But they ain't fit for him
My project bitch said
She want balenciagas
Don't fuck with rick owens
(Gutta bitch)
Who all these new niggas around
They wasn't thuggin wit us
I know og remember
When I wanted guns for Christmas
Them tables turned, niggas got they hands out
But wasn't fucking wit us
Don't give a fuck if it's yo last
I still won't show no type of love for niggas
This shit ain't overnight(Yes)
We take a gamble in this shit
Like fuck it roll the dice
Tell me if we mask up is you gon roll tonight
I know she gon hit that
If I show her what that road is like
Rip the bully I know cuz be really watching over
(BullyGang)
Put the beam between his shit
Fuck it pop it open
My switchy go with ever fit
I call it glockanova
She den seen me out wit a new bitch
Came back and topped the both of us
(Real eater)
Brody said that he a come
Fuck what the bond say
After I hit the bitch she fucked around
Went bi to beyond straight
I can really lace da city and blow da crime rate
I got 25 to life up in this whip
With out of town plates
You need some height up on them boots
To come stand over me(Dumb ass nigga)
Pop his whip don't finish him until it overheat
(Get his ass)
I'm sick as hell these niggas really
Snitching over keys
Fuck the feds free my plug
They extradited him from overseas
Girly sitting passenger she finna count sumn
Aye
I just flew down telegraph (Yes)
With bout a wop on me
I'm tryna catch him in his hood
So I can top sum
Thought I was playing when bro said
Can't come around if you ain't pop nun
My favorite time to slide on opps
Be Independence Day
Brody dropped a 4 up in a pop
And mixed that bitch with Minute Maid
BloodMoney 264
We ain't no renegade
You think you at the top
But let me show you what I did today
Quit taking glizzys on a drill
Go up a drac or sumn(Lil ass nigga)
I can show you how to make that pape
And pay for nun
Brody up that drac and he make sure
You don't make the summer
Nah Brody up that drac if u thinking
You gon take sumn
Brody ain't a bum
But he might take it if that wrist glowing
Heard he seen a opp up in the county
And threw piss on em
Brody asked me to punch him up amiris
But they ain't fit for him
My project bitch said
She want balenciagas
Don't fuck with rick owens
(Gutta bitch)
Who all these new niggas around
They wasn't thuggin wit us
I know og remember
When I wanted guns for Christmas
Them tables turned, niggas got they hands out
But wasn't fucking wit us
Don't give a fuck if it's yo last
I still won't show no type of love for niggas
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