Appreciation
This can't be real
Mayday, mayday, mayday!
N9815L, I'm in trouble! (Bee)
Mayday, mayday, mayday!
(Rogers, we have the bomb)
In this bitch by myself (I have no idea where I'm going)
Finna spit it so hot, make a mic melt (I'm-I'm going to crash)
And this .40 right here by my Vivi belt
This a Vivi belt, this not a BB belt
If I go double C, it's a CC belt
Do this shit by myself, I don't need no help
In the 600 got on no seatbelt
If I said I was sorry, that's heartfelt
And I fucked over you, I ain't mean that
On the pills and I'm throwing that lean back
I touch down and I'm like, "Where the lean at?"
Pop two sticks, where the dirty and the beans at?
Big black truck, where the fuck is the wings at?
Can't get stuck with a slut, and I mean that
I whip that drum up, bust where your team at
And he just said what? Wipe him like Kleenex
Fifties and hunnid bucks, act like you seen that
He on that snotty stuff, we gon' come clean that
Bust where your team at, bust where your queen at
Out the window with that stick, he gon' swing that
Bust where the scene at
One phone call and they shoot, and we'll green that
Smoking dead oppster
One phone call and they shoot him wherever he seen
They say they gon' drop us
Too many bodies, get Rich as The Kid
Kill your whole team, they know they can't stop us
They tryna drop us
APD, they tryna lock us up
Sent to the doctor
Too many bodies keep poppin' up
Smoke on that oppster
Man down, man down, smoke on that oppster
I got bitches with me, and I got it on me
Walk up on 'em, we knock out ya pasta
I got .50 on me with a switch up on it
By myself, I'm gon' kill your whole roster
When I creep through that cut, they like, "What they doing?"
Right before I go up with the choppa
And the whole city know what the fuck we is doing
We like to go up with these choppas
And your hoe really know what the fuck she is doing
I told lil' bit', "Call me big poppa"
And your hoe really know what the fuck she is doing
I told lil' bit', "Call me big poppa"
My wrist steady glowin', it's snowin', it hittin' the needle
We sippin' on Wocky, not Nostrum
I'm hittin' your bitch with this Foreign
I know you gon' be there, and that's the reason that I tossed it
Poppin' prescription pills then committin' evil
And that's the reason that I lost it
Pull up with extra foreigns, I'm in a two seater
Then I hopped out too wet, like a faucet
And I like a mean ass bitch, I like my bitch too bossy
I told Jugg I want a body, he said it won't cost me
When you playin' in this field shootouts come too often
You can't stand up to that steel, get put in that coffin
They tryna drop us
APD, they tryna lock us up
Sent to the doctor
Too many bodies keep poppin' up
Smoke on that oppster
Man down, man down, smoke on that oppster
I got bitches with me, and I got it on me
Walk up on 'em, we knock out ya pasta
Mayday, mayday, mayday!
N9815L, I'm in trouble! (Bee)
Mayday, mayday, mayday!
(Rogers, we have the bomb)
In this bitch by myself (I have no idea where I'm going)
Finna spit it so hot, make a mic melt (I'm-I'm going to crash)
And this .40 right here by my Vivi belt
This a Vivi belt, this not a BB belt
If I go double C, it's a CC belt
Do this shit by myself, I don't need no help
In the 600 got on no seatbelt
If I said I was sorry, that's heartfelt
And I fucked over you, I ain't mean that
On the pills and I'm throwing that lean back
I touch down and I'm like, "Where the lean at?"
Pop two sticks, where the dirty and the beans at?
Big black truck, where the fuck is the wings at?
Can't get stuck with a slut, and I mean that
I whip that drum up, bust where your team at
And he just said what? Wipe him like Kleenex
Fifties and hunnid bucks, act like you seen that
He on that snotty stuff, we gon' come clean that
Bust where your team at, bust where your queen at
Out the window with that stick, he gon' swing that
Bust where the scene at
One phone call and they shoot, and we'll green that
Smoking dead oppster
One phone call and they shoot him wherever he seen
They say they gon' drop us
Too many bodies, get Rich as The Kid
Kill your whole team, they know they can't stop us
They tryna drop us
APD, they tryna lock us up
Sent to the doctor
Too many bodies keep poppin' up
Smoke on that oppster
Man down, man down, smoke on that oppster
I got bitches with me, and I got it on me
Walk up on 'em, we knock out ya pasta
I got .50 on me with a switch up on it
By myself, I'm gon' kill your whole roster
When I creep through that cut, they like, "What they doing?"
Right before I go up with the choppa
And the whole city know what the fuck we is doing
We like to go up with these choppas
And your hoe really know what the fuck she is doing
I told lil' bit', "Call me big poppa"
And your hoe really know what the fuck she is doing
I told lil' bit', "Call me big poppa"
My wrist steady glowin', it's snowin', it hittin' the needle
We sippin' on Wocky, not Nostrum
I'm hittin' your bitch with this Foreign
I know you gon' be there, and that's the reason that I tossed it
Poppin' prescription pills then committin' evil
And that's the reason that I lost it
Pull up with extra foreigns, I'm in a two seater
Then I hopped out too wet, like a faucet
And I like a mean ass bitch, I like my bitch too bossy
I told Jugg I want a body, he said it won't cost me
When you playin' in this field shootouts come too often
You can't stand up to that steel, get put in that coffin
They tryna drop us
APD, they tryna lock us up
Sent to the doctor
Too many bodies keep poppin' up
Smoke on that oppster
Man down, man down, smoke on that oppster
I got bitches with me, and I got it on me
Walk up on 'em, we knock out ya pasta
Credits
Writer(s): Benji Blue Bills
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