1:40 Freestyle
All of my opps be postin they be in the field when I'm ready to hunt they runnin
I know plenty of niggas that claim they stand on business but don't stand on nothin'
I don't really post on the net so when I pop out the house these fuckers don't know when I'm comin'
Clutching on a big ass stick when I up this hoe it'll knock a bitch head out her bonnet
I ain't never duck no smoke
Man it is what it is these fuck niggas know how I'm comin' Ready to go put that lil boy on shirt at a hearse and a watch tears drop out his momma
My niggas don't give no fuck
they'll at a croud drop 7 niggas like John Thomas
And I'll come beat the brakes off one of you niggas already know y'all boys ain't bumpin'
He only beef thru the phone from the comfort of home that's why we ain't found that nigga Everytime he go on the social to make him a post the city just clown that nigga
Everytime I come up to the close he ready to snitch bet the police proud of that nigga
But I don't give a fuck cuz His ass gon die on sight better not be around that nigga
He clearly a internet gangsta so I say fuck it we see em' run down on the nigga
Is you gon' stand it, or is gon' run either way you get hit in your spine of your liver
He tried to reach for his gun with that lil' ass clip
He must forgot mine was bigger Up in that glee and that bih' go blrdd
Boy this ain't no switch it's a binary trigger
Boy got stained in the middle of the street tryna beef like these bullets ain't hotter than liquor Tryin' to be seen in photos
with hoes is what got his dumb ass cropped out of the picture
Just cause you be in the house and you workin' with feds I wasn't gon' come out and get you
I put in so much work they don't even muh' call me him they define me as mister
Don't give a fuck if you think you a track star I know these bullets of mine are quicker
Don't give a fuck how many times you got shot at the difference with me is my shots gon' hit you
Goofy ass nigga say he was gon' put me in the grave like don't roll around with diggers
Know that my shit got a binary trigger but all of my guys run around with flickers (that switch)
Could've been a wrestler, WWE war with everybody I ain't never been a picker
Tryin' to be a gangsta, but you was raised in the burb
Ha ha, shit that figure
Tryin' to drive down my block
Mission impossible, turn that lil' boy into a drifter
Blunt to stuff to put the boy in it Fuck it, put that nigga in the filter
Ha ha, finna drink his ass
I know plenty of niggas that claim they stand on business but don't stand on nothin'
I don't really post on the net so when I pop out the house these fuckers don't know when I'm comin'
Clutching on a big ass stick when I up this hoe it'll knock a bitch head out her bonnet
I ain't never duck no smoke
Man it is what it is these fuck niggas know how I'm comin' Ready to go put that lil boy on shirt at a hearse and a watch tears drop out his momma
My niggas don't give no fuck
they'll at a croud drop 7 niggas like John Thomas
And I'll come beat the brakes off one of you niggas already know y'all boys ain't bumpin'
He only beef thru the phone from the comfort of home that's why we ain't found that nigga Everytime he go on the social to make him a post the city just clown that nigga
Everytime I come up to the close he ready to snitch bet the police proud of that nigga
But I don't give a fuck cuz His ass gon die on sight better not be around that nigga
He clearly a internet gangsta so I say fuck it we see em' run down on the nigga
Is you gon' stand it, or is gon' run either way you get hit in your spine of your liver
He tried to reach for his gun with that lil' ass clip
He must forgot mine was bigger Up in that glee and that bih' go blrdd
Boy this ain't no switch it's a binary trigger
Boy got stained in the middle of the street tryna beef like these bullets ain't hotter than liquor Tryin' to be seen in photos
with hoes is what got his dumb ass cropped out of the picture
Just cause you be in the house and you workin' with feds I wasn't gon' come out and get you
I put in so much work they don't even muh' call me him they define me as mister
Don't give a fuck if you think you a track star I know these bullets of mine are quicker
Don't give a fuck how many times you got shot at the difference with me is my shots gon' hit you
Goofy ass nigga say he was gon' put me in the grave like don't roll around with diggers
Know that my shit got a binary trigger but all of my guys run around with flickers (that switch)
Could've been a wrestler, WWE war with everybody I ain't never been a picker
Tryin' to be a gangsta, but you was raised in the burb
Ha ha, shit that figure
Tryin' to drive down my block
Mission impossible, turn that lil' boy into a drifter
Blunt to stuff to put the boy in it Fuck it, put that nigga in the filter
Ha ha, finna drink his ass
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Writer(s): Keavon Davidson
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