Pissed off (feat. Taydo)
Let me hear it again
Flrrd Flrdd, Cam
Y'all niggas know what the fuck going on, man
Lit Cam Straight off the eastside
These niggas know how we get down, man
We stay gettin to the money
Ain't shit funny
Cause we got a whole hunnid
Yeah
Ayy, that Glizzy tucked
A nigga play with us, then we gon' back em up
talking out the side his neck, we smack him up
Ain't no talkin' when I see you, bitch
I'm tryna up and bust
So put that nigga in a wood, bitch
We tryna roll him up
And all these niggas that be talkin', bitch, its time to line em up
Tote fully glocks up on this block
They try to slide, we fuck him up
So many times we try to slide
These niggas steady hide from us
That nigga talkin' out his neck
So bitch its time snatch him up
And Ayy this pistol big as fuck
Let's go Christmas shopping cause it's time to wrap him up
And man, fuck all that talkin', bitch
I'm tryna see what's up
You see this blicky on my hippy
This Bitch hea gon' back him up
These niggas beefin' bout a freaky
Man, these niggas sad as fuck
But let's get back to the real shit
These niggas still shit
Cappin' on the net, boy, you a real bitch
Movin' in slow motion, boy, you can't even duck a real switch
Had this big-ass gun for a lil' minute
And it's still hit
And We steady having motion
Stack these racks up to the ceiling
Taydo in the cut he clutching glocks, know he a villain
Yeah, nigga, you know what's goin' on
Nigga got that big Glock for a nigga ass nigga forreal
we holding this shit up longer than a bridge nigga
Stacking this money running it up nigga
You know what time it is
And we chase a nigga down
We spray a hunnid rounds
Flrdd Flrdd Flrdd
Don't do all that talkin' known to kill shit
Like subtitles on a movie
We a end shit
That's it right there for you, nigga
Know what I'm sayin'
That's all we got to say, nigga
Know what I'm sayin'
We standin' on business, nigga
Nigga real gangsta shit
Know what time it is
Lit' Cam got me in the booth, nigga
We real lit
Catch me in the party
Turning up, bitch
We got real sticks
All these losses, i dun took and', bitch
I'm still lit
These niggas trash
These niggas know that they some real bitch
These niggas fast
Cant chase a bag
Can't duck a real switch
These niggas sad
Goin' out bad
Boy you a real bitch
I'm known to kill shit
Spin so many blocks'
These niggas know we known to drill shit
300 black out
It's gon' leave you assed out
It'll kill shit these niggas bitches
Hit em' up with switches
You a real bitch
Real bitch
Flrrd Flrdd, Cam
Y'all niggas know what the fuck going on, man
Lit Cam Straight off the eastside
These niggas know how we get down, man
We stay gettin to the money
Ain't shit funny
Cause we got a whole hunnid
Yeah
Ayy, that Glizzy tucked
A nigga play with us, then we gon' back em up
talking out the side his neck, we smack him up
Ain't no talkin' when I see you, bitch
I'm tryna up and bust
So put that nigga in a wood, bitch
We tryna roll him up
And all these niggas that be talkin', bitch, its time to line em up
Tote fully glocks up on this block
They try to slide, we fuck him up
So many times we try to slide
These niggas steady hide from us
That nigga talkin' out his neck
So bitch its time snatch him up
And Ayy this pistol big as fuck
Let's go Christmas shopping cause it's time to wrap him up
And man, fuck all that talkin', bitch
I'm tryna see what's up
You see this blicky on my hippy
This Bitch hea gon' back him up
These niggas beefin' bout a freaky
Man, these niggas sad as fuck
But let's get back to the real shit
These niggas still shit
Cappin' on the net, boy, you a real bitch
Movin' in slow motion, boy, you can't even duck a real switch
Had this big-ass gun for a lil' minute
And it's still hit
And We steady having motion
Stack these racks up to the ceiling
Taydo in the cut he clutching glocks, know he a villain
Yeah, nigga, you know what's goin' on
Nigga got that big Glock for a nigga ass nigga forreal
we holding this shit up longer than a bridge nigga
Stacking this money running it up nigga
You know what time it is
And we chase a nigga down
We spray a hunnid rounds
Flrdd Flrdd Flrdd
Don't do all that talkin' known to kill shit
Like subtitles on a movie
We a end shit
That's it right there for you, nigga
Know what I'm sayin'
That's all we got to say, nigga
Know what I'm sayin'
We standin' on business, nigga
Nigga real gangsta shit
Know what time it is
Lit' Cam got me in the booth, nigga
We real lit
Catch me in the party
Turning up, bitch
We got real sticks
All these losses, i dun took and', bitch
I'm still lit
These niggas trash
These niggas know that they some real bitch
These niggas fast
Cant chase a bag
Can't duck a real switch
These niggas sad
Goin' out bad
Boy you a real bitch
I'm known to kill shit
Spin so many blocks'
These niggas know we known to drill shit
300 black out
It's gon' leave you assed out
It'll kill shit these niggas bitches
Hit em' up with switches
You a real bitch
Real bitch
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