B-Mickie
Aye lift yo shirt up man
Fuck around have a wire on
When you started wearing hats
Fuc around be a B mickie
Ratting ass
I been goin through the most
PO want me on a Joce
Somewhere locced down up dat road
Mane let's go
I been goin through the most
PO want me on a Joce
Somewhere locced down up dat road
Hold on gone let 'em kno
Crash dummy he on go
All he kno is hop out blow
Drop that song u gone get whacked
Who u looking for dats cap
I been slidin where u at
Make me n hottboi double bacc
Tap da Trigga let it clap
DRECO begging for a hat
Drop us off den swerve bacc
Soon as u hear dat tatata
All these niggas do is rap
Yeap Hobbs said dat
Made a statement on her live
U wouldve slid u would've died
Made dat bitch get out my presence
Hoe yo friend fucced up a blessing
Surround myself wit myself wit Steppas
Ain't no talkin they juss steppin
Pissed off I feel he reppin
Y'all the ones shooting n tellin
Surround myself wit myself wit Steppas
Ain't no talkin they juss steppin
Pissed off I feel he reppin
Y'all the ones shooting n tellin
Made a statement on her live
U wouldve slid u would've died
Made dat bitch get out my presence
Hoe yo friend fucced up a blessing
She ain't shit and I ain't shit
So we was just thug together
New OPPs so I need new drops
Heard they be together
That camera man ain't shoot shit
I had to send a message
They keep pulling up and pulling off
He ain't when I be out
And ion do no texting
Oh it's smoke pussy just say that
Wanna mention them Hac boyz
When yeen even like dat
Approach you with the glicc
Yea free lil g where yo pipe at
Chriz can't get his life bacc so how we pussy
Name a nigga played with Cain
And Draco ain't get to hooking
Still posted where it's hot
Yep in my city and yours
Sunt that lo and yeen wanna pull-up
Cause I was down the road
Bitch you ain't bold
I step all season give me a reason
I'm the one they call on
Now they ain't bout beefing
Been knew from the start
We wouldn't even
Cousin play wit his nose
And he be tweaking
For the bleed he feigning
I say
Cousin play with his nose
And he Tweaking
He feigning
He feigning for blood
I say
Cousin play wit his nose
And he tweaking
For blood he feigning
Red-rum Red-rum
We load up and get a red-rum
Ouuu red rum we load up and ya we get a red rum
Don't do no fucking pop shooting
No atm's or none of that
Fuck around have a wire on
When you started wearing hats
Fuc around be a B mickie
Ratting ass
I been goin through the most
PO want me on a Joce
Somewhere locced down up dat road
Mane let's go
I been goin through the most
PO want me on a Joce
Somewhere locced down up dat road
Hold on gone let 'em kno
Crash dummy he on go
All he kno is hop out blow
Drop that song u gone get whacked
Who u looking for dats cap
I been slidin where u at
Make me n hottboi double bacc
Tap da Trigga let it clap
DRECO begging for a hat
Drop us off den swerve bacc
Soon as u hear dat tatata
All these niggas do is rap
Yeap Hobbs said dat
Made a statement on her live
U wouldve slid u would've died
Made dat bitch get out my presence
Hoe yo friend fucced up a blessing
Surround myself wit myself wit Steppas
Ain't no talkin they juss steppin
Pissed off I feel he reppin
Y'all the ones shooting n tellin
Surround myself wit myself wit Steppas
Ain't no talkin they juss steppin
Pissed off I feel he reppin
Y'all the ones shooting n tellin
Made a statement on her live
U wouldve slid u would've died
Made dat bitch get out my presence
Hoe yo friend fucced up a blessing
She ain't shit and I ain't shit
So we was just thug together
New OPPs so I need new drops
Heard they be together
That camera man ain't shoot shit
I had to send a message
They keep pulling up and pulling off
He ain't when I be out
And ion do no texting
Oh it's smoke pussy just say that
Wanna mention them Hac boyz
When yeen even like dat
Approach you with the glicc
Yea free lil g where yo pipe at
Chriz can't get his life bacc so how we pussy
Name a nigga played with Cain
And Draco ain't get to hooking
Still posted where it's hot
Yep in my city and yours
Sunt that lo and yeen wanna pull-up
Cause I was down the road
Bitch you ain't bold
I step all season give me a reason
I'm the one they call on
Now they ain't bout beefing
Been knew from the start
We wouldn't even
Cousin play wit his nose
And he be tweaking
For the bleed he feigning
I say
Cousin play with his nose
And he Tweaking
He feigning
He feigning for blood
I say
Cousin play wit his nose
And he tweaking
For blood he feigning
Red-rum Red-rum
We load up and get a red-rum
Ouuu red rum we load up and ya we get a red rum
Don't do no fucking pop shooting
No atm's or none of that
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