S2G
I'ma haunt you niggas till the end, swear to god
Ill floss on u niggas till the end swear to god
I'll flex on you niggas till you're sick, swear to god
make sure that you niggas know I'm him
Tell haters suck my dick till they get lock jaw Uh I hit every track, like a 30s hot rod, uh
Know I keeps it on me just in case shit pops off, I'm the one to get it done, know I get em knocked off, yeah uh,
Knock it off, boy you know I'm the boss, heard them niggas throwing disses, catch them niggas like Moss, wash the money like some dishes, I be swimming in it like Jaws, most these bitches act like niggas, cause you niggas act like broads, swear to God, uh,
I came out on top! with my back against the wall, heard the neighbors playing
my shit, must've found out that I'm raw, uh, every track slap, back to back hits, it's a brawl, yeah, what else you'd expect from a nigga born to,
I don't want your bra bitch, I just want some top bitch, if yeen ain't talking money, thotty you just speaking chopsticks, shorty been on OnlyFans, now she thinks she hot shit, let this be a wake up call for all you bitches, uh,
For all you bitches barking, niggas think they hard to get, those my favorite targets, I ain't with the talking, no I ain't with the arguing, do it for the six get ya fix ima god send,
I'm a fucking problem,
He said that's his girl, I had to steeler like Tomlin,
Ain't considered gambling unless you going All in, I don't got no opps anymore, them Niggas all dead,
No more body shots, every bullet landed all head,
Bboy gone ahead, all my niggas thorough bread, but if I ever get popped, I might end up goin fed and if I ever get clapped, just remember what I said,
Swear to God, I'ma haunt you niggas til' the end swear to God, Ill floss on you niggas til' the end, swear to God, Ill flex on you niggas til you sick, swear to God, make sure that you niggas know I'm him
Swear to God, I'ma haunt you niggas til' the end, swear to God, Ill floss on you niggas til the end, swear to God, Ill flex on you niggas til you sick
Swear to God, make sure that you niggas Know I'm him, swear to God,
Swear to God, swear to God
Swear to God, swear to God
Ill floss on u niggas till the end swear to god
I'll flex on you niggas till you're sick, swear to god
make sure that you niggas know I'm him
Tell haters suck my dick till they get lock jaw Uh I hit every track, like a 30s hot rod, uh
Know I keeps it on me just in case shit pops off, I'm the one to get it done, know I get em knocked off, yeah uh,
Knock it off, boy you know I'm the boss, heard them niggas throwing disses, catch them niggas like Moss, wash the money like some dishes, I be swimming in it like Jaws, most these bitches act like niggas, cause you niggas act like broads, swear to God, uh,
I came out on top! with my back against the wall, heard the neighbors playing
my shit, must've found out that I'm raw, uh, every track slap, back to back hits, it's a brawl, yeah, what else you'd expect from a nigga born to,
I don't want your bra bitch, I just want some top bitch, if yeen ain't talking money, thotty you just speaking chopsticks, shorty been on OnlyFans, now she thinks she hot shit, let this be a wake up call for all you bitches, uh,
For all you bitches barking, niggas think they hard to get, those my favorite targets, I ain't with the talking, no I ain't with the arguing, do it for the six get ya fix ima god send,
I'm a fucking problem,
He said that's his girl, I had to steeler like Tomlin,
Ain't considered gambling unless you going All in, I don't got no opps anymore, them Niggas all dead,
No more body shots, every bullet landed all head,
Bboy gone ahead, all my niggas thorough bread, but if I ever get popped, I might end up goin fed and if I ever get clapped, just remember what I said,
Swear to God, I'ma haunt you niggas til' the end swear to God, Ill floss on you niggas til' the end, swear to God, Ill flex on you niggas til you sick, swear to God, make sure that you niggas know I'm him
Swear to God, I'ma haunt you niggas til' the end, swear to God, Ill floss on you niggas til the end, swear to God, Ill flex on you niggas til you sick
Swear to God, make sure that you niggas Know I'm him, swear to God,
Swear to God, swear to God
Swear to God, swear to God
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Writer(s): Dl Harris
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