A2Z
A, why these niggas always actin' B, if a nigga wanna play, I'm gon blap him,
C, I don't really wear no cap, don't do the cappin
D, I leave a bitch, nah, like my daddy
E, I'm ridin', ridin' with the Extras, I got money in my pocket, fell in love with finessing
I know a fiend, He be trippin', named Gary, You a nasty nigga, horny nigga, fuck her if she hairy
I, I love money, J, kill a nigga, I'm a straight lean Junkie
I got killers with me, they'll kill your ass for nothin', nigga
I be talkin' hella money, bitches love me, nigga
She keep on talkin' on my phone, I think I'm finna mute her
I'll Chris Paul the play and let my niggas do it
Stupid nigga dissin' on a gram, he overly whoopin
He ran up on the chop, shot em, it smell like he pooted
I treat the bitch like a ho, she is not my queen
Lil' bitch tryna fuck, bitch, but she out my reach
I would've shot Rosa Parks, get out my seat
And I don't wanna be a nigga friend, he not on my team
I don't wanna cuff the ho, she ugly to me
I got the mag on the drac and it's built like a V
And you the type a nigga dodge the beef, you a wussy to me
And why the fuck you wanna talk? Know, you yap' a lot
I got a Glock up on my side, know, it's extra hot
This nigga better mind his, fuckin' business ima zap, his top
These niggas said, I sound like Tron, man these niggas dumb!
And, bitch, I came from the hundreds, where you niggas from?
Baby girl, if you ain't talkin' Hunnids I ain't pickin' up
We not beefin' on the internet, I got bigger stuff
I probably rap up on a D beat, but I don't sound like none
And I ain't worried about no lil' ho, I can't find no love
If you wanna kill for me, come on, sign right up
You the type a nigga chase the bitch, a nigga bite the dust
My homie told me, keep the Glock on me, fuck the fightin' stuff
They sayin' I'm the voice for the gang, I got my likin' up
Bitch, I'm cold in my city like the Vikings, huh
Perky in my system, got me trippin', bitch, I'm pipin' up
And yo boy he, a rat, why you hypin' up?
C, I don't really wear no cap, don't do the cappin
D, I leave a bitch, nah, like my daddy
E, I'm ridin', ridin' with the Extras, I got money in my pocket, fell in love with finessing
I know a fiend, He be trippin', named Gary, You a nasty nigga, horny nigga, fuck her if she hairy
I, I love money, J, kill a nigga, I'm a straight lean Junkie
I got killers with me, they'll kill your ass for nothin', nigga
I be talkin' hella money, bitches love me, nigga
She keep on talkin' on my phone, I think I'm finna mute her
I'll Chris Paul the play and let my niggas do it
Stupid nigga dissin' on a gram, he overly whoopin
He ran up on the chop, shot em, it smell like he pooted
I treat the bitch like a ho, she is not my queen
Lil' bitch tryna fuck, bitch, but she out my reach
I would've shot Rosa Parks, get out my seat
And I don't wanna be a nigga friend, he not on my team
I don't wanna cuff the ho, she ugly to me
I got the mag on the drac and it's built like a V
And you the type a nigga dodge the beef, you a wussy to me
And why the fuck you wanna talk? Know, you yap' a lot
I got a Glock up on my side, know, it's extra hot
This nigga better mind his, fuckin' business ima zap, his top
These niggas said, I sound like Tron, man these niggas dumb!
And, bitch, I came from the hundreds, where you niggas from?
Baby girl, if you ain't talkin' Hunnids I ain't pickin' up
We not beefin' on the internet, I got bigger stuff
I probably rap up on a D beat, but I don't sound like none
And I ain't worried about no lil' ho, I can't find no love
If you wanna kill for me, come on, sign right up
You the type a nigga chase the bitch, a nigga bite the dust
My homie told me, keep the Glock on me, fuck the fightin' stuff
They sayin' I'm the voice for the gang, I got my likin' up
Bitch, I'm cold in my city like the Vikings, huh
Perky in my system, got me trippin', bitch, I'm pipin' up
And yo boy he, a rat, why you hypin' up?
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Writer(s): Ke’shawn King
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