PROTOCOL
Rolling matching bodies he ain't got kills so he can't smoke wit me
I step on shit the go clean his noodles just for pressing me
Stepping going hard I got a big glock so who checking me
Nigga mad I think I fucked his bitch but she was feeling me
Don't ever text ah nigga about no bitch cause that ain't pushin p
Nigga ever try you or even flinch you betta push his wig
I keep plenty glocks on me wit 100's, 50's in the mit
Boi I got my switch for free fuck ah box we using metal
If he slide his considered park cause we go blow his candle
Heavy duty bullets out the chop cause they go bag hi'm after
It's crazy all I wanted to do was try and to the top I'm headed
My bitch mad always call my ex because her top is better
I hate this hoe I let her stay around because her pussy special
I be on my own but I ain't alone you know I keep a weapon
And I'm blowing strong if he move wrong there go my spidey senses
I can let my pistol lead the way or I can fight the nigga
Oh he moving bold like he was bro you know what happened to em
Nigga ain't did shit but make a song like that was doing sum
Uppper cut his ass wit a 30 that nick knock out opponents
It's like these niggas never get enough cause they keep dying from us
I ain't go lie the last one nigga pulled a bold one he ain't last long
Pulled his ass over with a draco he couldn't peal off
Noodle legs done died he thought that pill was go help em crip walk
Niggas survived all them damn shots just to die from fentanyl
Nigga ain't did shit to nun if my niggas because we keep killing y'all
Got a white fien
That nigga fuck with the girl but he still play with dog
Nigga stepped to me go lose his life what I keep telling y'all
That nigga knocked on that door and then he died
Bitch I don't play with boys
If he fall his ass go get filled up bitch I go overboard
My nigga died now we out here catching hats bitch we been over scoring
Better watch yourself while you on live you know that's protocol
Them face shots they always seal the deal it ain't know doubting those
Rolling matching bodies he ain't got kills so he can't smoke wit me
I step on shit the go clean his noodles just for pressing me
Stepping going hard I got a big glock so who checking me
Nigga mad I think I fucked his bitch but she was feeling me
Don't ever text ah nigga about no bitch cause that ain't pushin p
Nigga ever try you or even flinch you betta push his wig
I keep plenty glocks on me wit 100's, 50's in the mit
Boi I got my switch for free fuck ah box we using metal
I step on shit the go clean his noodles just for pressing me
Stepping going hard I got a big glock so who checking me
Nigga mad I think I fucked his bitch but she was feeling me
Don't ever text ah nigga about no bitch cause that ain't pushin p
Nigga ever try you or even flinch you betta push his wig
I keep plenty glocks on me wit 100's, 50's in the mit
Boi I got my switch for free fuck ah box we using metal
If he slide his considered park cause we go blow his candle
Heavy duty bullets out the chop cause they go bag hi'm after
It's crazy all I wanted to do was try and to the top I'm headed
My bitch mad always call my ex because her top is better
I hate this hoe I let her stay around because her pussy special
I be on my own but I ain't alone you know I keep a weapon
And I'm blowing strong if he move wrong there go my spidey senses
I can let my pistol lead the way or I can fight the nigga
Oh he moving bold like he was bro you know what happened to em
Nigga ain't did shit but make a song like that was doing sum
Uppper cut his ass wit a 30 that nick knock out opponents
It's like these niggas never get enough cause they keep dying from us
I ain't go lie the last one nigga pulled a bold one he ain't last long
Pulled his ass over with a draco he couldn't peal off
Noodle legs done died he thought that pill was go help em crip walk
Niggas survived all them damn shots just to die from fentanyl
Nigga ain't did shit to nun if my niggas because we keep killing y'all
Got a white fien
That nigga fuck with the girl but he still play with dog
Nigga stepped to me go lose his life what I keep telling y'all
That nigga knocked on that door and then he died
Bitch I don't play with boys
If he fall his ass go get filled up bitch I go overboard
My nigga died now we out here catching hats bitch we been over scoring
Better watch yourself while you on live you know that's protocol
Them face shots they always seal the deal it ain't know doubting those
Rolling matching bodies he ain't got kills so he can't smoke wit me
I step on shit the go clean his noodles just for pressing me
Stepping going hard I got a big glock so who checking me
Nigga mad I think I fucked his bitch but she was feeling me
Don't ever text ah nigga about no bitch cause that ain't pushin p
Nigga ever try you or even flinch you betta push his wig
I keep plenty glocks on me wit 100's, 50's in the mit
Boi I got my switch for free fuck ah box we using metal
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