Café

Dumb ways to die you get left at the café
Talk on bro but got left, what ya dad say?
Stay wit the gun keep it tucked at the café
I ain't the Migos but better stay Dat Way
Niggas cappin' he claim he the G.O.A.T.
Last time I checked he got hit in his throat
Yeah I said he got hit in his neck, huh?
Niggas better come correct
I got demons, sometimes I be talkin' to 'em
I be paranoid, sometimes I'm walkin' to 'em
I keep walking and then I start walking through 'em
Feel the energy, finger throw shots right through 'em
I'm a demon the devil start talkin' to me
We shoot niggas just know I ain't talkin' movies
I went to the café tryna get a smoothie
2 circles and dots I ain't talkin' cooties
They be talkin' then better ask about me
I'm a demon its like I got ash around me
In my blunt smoking deads then I pass around me
Had an opp nigga smoking on (shh)
I cant talk about shit that I did
Pass me the blunt niggas tryna get lit
With the henny, and the Sig
With the blunt and a pre rolled spliff
Dumb ways to die you get left at the café
Talk on bro but got left, what ya dad say?
Stay wit the gun keep it tucked at the café
I ain't the Migos but better stay Dat Way
Niggas cappin' he claim he the G.O.A.T.
Last time I checked he got hit in his throat
Yeah I said he got hit in his neck, huh?
Niggas better come correct
Y'all know, wait don't go
Smoking that nigga that bled in the snow
You know, I know
Keep me a gun, AJ told me to throw throw

Nigga that means that I'm dumpin'
610 niggas aim for the muffin
Niggas pussy, we brushed him
They know my name "Mr. NobodyTouching"
I'm a demon like ain't no one touching on me
And he mad 'cause his bitch steady fuckin' on me
And he know what I'm on they cant fuckin' hold me
I know niggas got hit in his head
I'm a demon so you better tame a nigga
'Fore this shit gettin' hectic, I'll flame a nigga
He said he killing who? Tell him bring it nigga
I'll become a killer if you bring a nigga
Dumb ways to die you get left at the café
Talk on bro but got left, what ya dad say?
Stay wit the gun keep it tucked at the café
I ain't the Migos but better stay Dat Way
Niggas cappin' he claim he the G.O.A.T.
Last time I checked he got hit in his throat
Yeah I said he got hit in his neck, huh?
Niggas better come correct
It get hectic we do not arrange this
He started talkin tell bro "rearrange him"
They'll tell you like niggas get dangerous
Slide on a beat they say "Somebody tame him!"
Been in the field niggas think that I'm Jason
Peters, niggas gon' slide with the heater
Tell 'em to spin nigga don't think I'm playin'
Teach her right before niggas delete her
(Shot) what you hear when the (shot) start flockin'
Pop him, stop him, somebody drop him
Shot after shot after shot 'til we got him
Lock in, flock him, niggas can't top this
Niggas know I'm a vet
He claim he a stomper that nigga don't step? What?
Nigga got shot in his neck
Tell me the last time that 'lil nigga stepped?



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Writer(s): Mbm_proximity, Mbm_scartan
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