Last Warning (lil ddawg)
Are you even listening
Murderboy shit, PBE shit, Mafia shit
Fuck goin' on, nigga
C'mon
Yo
Look, at 13 I was posted on PA
Takin' niggas off they bikes and stompin' niggas in they face
Now I'm turnt up, tellin' niggas, get up out my way
Don't touch my temper in this bitch, cause where you play, where you gon' lay
Can't come around no murder or mafia if you don't stand no business
J.Duke's my cousin, but he a opp now, so now he gotta get it
Just slime lil' bro for speakin' on tennis, deeper than the trenches
Got 21 with Turkey, but this bitch get the glitchin
We's got the front, Trey got the back, I guess I'm on the side
Santana was doin' all that yappin', the gang beat up his ride
He said, what about MJ? I bet that nigga died
We turnin' shit to articles and makin' niggas, mama cry
Fat boy a bully, he a maker, nigga, give it up
Nigga said he was on the floor with me, tryna see when he gon' pick it up
If it ain't on me, best believe that Ford got it tucked
Doin' 80 in the 60, almost smacked the truck
This hoe up in my face, I told that lil' bitch to back it up
How the fuck we still alive when 50 niggas said they whackin' us
But money still lined by skits, nigga, pack it up
He slid down wheels and took off, run him and gained him, eat the dust
Took off, run him and gained him, eat the dust
Can't fuck with us
Murderboy shit, PBE shit, Mafia shit
Fuck goin' on, nigga
C'mon
Yo
Look, at 13 I was posted on PA
Takin' niggas off they bikes and stompin' niggas in they face
Now I'm turnt up, tellin' niggas, get up out my way
Don't touch my temper in this bitch, cause where you play, where you gon' lay
Can't come around no murder or mafia if you don't stand no business
J.Duke's my cousin, but he a opp now, so now he gotta get it
Just slime lil' bro for speakin' on tennis, deeper than the trenches
Got 21 with Turkey, but this bitch get the glitchin
We's got the front, Trey got the back, I guess I'm on the side
Santana was doin' all that yappin', the gang beat up his ride
He said, what about MJ? I bet that nigga died
We turnin' shit to articles and makin' niggas, mama cry
Fat boy a bully, he a maker, nigga, give it up
Nigga said he was on the floor with me, tryna see when he gon' pick it up
If it ain't on me, best believe that Ford got it tucked
Doin' 80 in the 60, almost smacked the truck
This hoe up in my face, I told that lil' bitch to back it up
How the fuck we still alive when 50 niggas said they whackin' us
But money still lined by skits, nigga, pack it up
He slid down wheels and took off, run him and gained him, eat the dust
Took off, run him and gained him, eat the dust
Can't fuck with us
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Writer(s): Lil Ddawg
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