My Song
Look, look
My brother keep on sending bad bitches singing my songs
Told my codefendant don't take the stand cause god gone send us home
I got bros in prison they ran it up just off of flying drones
They just shipped lil suf and I already dropped lil bra a iPhone
These niggas better ask around They can't name a time I ain't stand on business they can go ask da whole town
They just bought them guns to make them trillers I guess they hard now
She wanna fuck for fun cause she see a nigga lit now
These niggas be real pussy
He ain't tap that switch when he got shot at he's a fucking rookie
I ain't een gotta question lil Kyle if it go down then he shooting with me
Plugs be tryna front me what I buy but ion take loans
Trap be 2 bumping on every phone
Can't even turn my ringer on
I barely flex money but in my pictures they still see paper on
Bad bitch say she addicted to my smell and ion een wear cologne
Any nigga step up in my way get dunked like Carl Malone
FN 57 when I step out I can't go for none
My brother keep on sending bad bitches singing my songs
Told my codefendant don't take the stand cause god gone send us home
I got bros in prison they ran it up just off of flying drones
They just shipped lil suf and I already dropped lil bra a iPhone
These niggas better ask around They can't name a time I ain't stand on business they can go ask da whole town
They just bought them guns to make them trillers I guess they hard now
She wanna fuck for fun cause she see a nigga lit now
Huh, look, huh
Cooler kit onna 10 mili this a Glock 20c
Caught em mumbling to a hoe like who the fuck niggas be'
Stop that capping that's on my brother Yeen never shot at me
I ride with pistol in my hand and babychop on my seat
And ain't no pulling ever
Try to cross me aht get triple crossed bitch im king crossover
Luh bit keep on asking what's in my cup I told her a shield potion
They like why the hell you ain't been in the booth cause my trap still open
24/7 nigga
Hm hmm
My brother keep on sending bad bitches singing my songs
Told my codefendant don't take the stand cause god gone send us home
I got bros in prison they ran it up just off of flying drones
They just shipped lil suf and I already dropped lil bra a iPhone
These niggas better ask around They can't name a time I ain't stand on business they can go ask da whole town
They just bought them guns to make them trillers I guess they hard now
She wanna fuck for fun cause she see a nigga lit now
My brother keep on sending bad bitches singing my songs
Told my codefendant don't take the stand cause god gone send us home
I got bros in prison they ran it up just off of flying drones
They just shipped lil suf and I already dropped lil bra a iPhone
These niggas better ask around They can't name a time I ain't stand on business they can go ask da whole town
They just bought them guns to make them trillers I guess they hard now
She wanna fuck for fun cause she see a nigga lit now
These niggas be real pussy
He ain't tap that switch when he got shot at he's a fucking rookie
I ain't een gotta question lil Kyle if it go down then he shooting with me
Plugs be tryna front me what I buy but ion take loans
Trap be 2 bumping on every phone
Can't even turn my ringer on
I barely flex money but in my pictures they still see paper on
Bad bitch say she addicted to my smell and ion een wear cologne
Any nigga step up in my way get dunked like Carl Malone
FN 57 when I step out I can't go for none
My brother keep on sending bad bitches singing my songs
Told my codefendant don't take the stand cause god gone send us home
I got bros in prison they ran it up just off of flying drones
They just shipped lil suf and I already dropped lil bra a iPhone
These niggas better ask around They can't name a time I ain't stand on business they can go ask da whole town
They just bought them guns to make them trillers I guess they hard now
She wanna fuck for fun cause she see a nigga lit now
Huh, look, huh
Cooler kit onna 10 mili this a Glock 20c
Caught em mumbling to a hoe like who the fuck niggas be'
Stop that capping that's on my brother Yeen never shot at me
I ride with pistol in my hand and babychop on my seat
And ain't no pulling ever
Try to cross me aht get triple crossed bitch im king crossover
Luh bit keep on asking what's in my cup I told her a shield potion
They like why the hell you ain't been in the booth cause my trap still open
24/7 nigga
Hm hmm
My brother keep on sending bad bitches singing my songs
Told my codefendant don't take the stand cause god gone send us home
I got bros in prison they ran it up just off of flying drones
They just shipped lil suf and I already dropped lil bra a iPhone
These niggas better ask around They can't name a time I ain't stand on business they can go ask da whole town
They just bought them guns to make them trillers I guess they hard now
She wanna fuck for fun cause she see a nigga lit now
Credits
Writer(s): Kobe Griffin
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