Bitch, you know I walk a nigga down, I been dyin' for a kill, I been dyin' for a drill
All these niggas keep on gettin' ridin' in the city, on God
I ain't put that nigga down, no fire, nigga, f*ck the fall
On my mama, I'm not lyin', got a gen-f*ckin'-five
All these niggas wanna play with me, you gon' f*ckin' die
And I'm tired of these hoes keep speakin' on my name, boy, you count
On my mama, I'm not lyin', never lackin', not lyin'
Spin your block for real, I got this gun inside this bitch, you can't even get it still
If I can't get inside that car with my gas, f*ck you
All these niggas get so mad at bitch, start dancin'
Huh, huh, walk on this bitch two times, you know he spin shit
I don't give a f*ck about it, I'm a f*ckin' goddamn thug
Bitch, they tellin' me to chill, cause I'm the f*ckin' reaper, child
Nigga, keep on this for real, nigga, keep on this for real
I don't be on that internet poppin' shit
Just a young nigga tryin' to get that money on
F*ck a nigga, turn my eye, pop an X, boy
I got that brick on me, what the f*ck I look like fightin' for
Let a nigga wear that four-knit, let that bitch hide, bet you run
Lil' ass nigga ain't talkin' bout nothin', man, these niggas really be my sons
I was f*ckin' that bitch from the back the next week, she said I'm havin' her sons
F*ck that shit, I don't pee for real, I told that hoe I can't go for shit
Nigga, don't make me say so, I'll run you down with that big-ass blitz
All these niggas ain't talkin' bout nothin', these niggas cappin', I ain't hear no shit
F*ck a nigga, if I catch your ass on that field, I swear that I'll catch the blitz
Yeah, all these, uh, niggas gettin' hit
Bitch, try to hurt my feelings, I f*ck a friend, I don't pee for real
Young nigga geek, don't kite me sick
Got my dog locked down, he waitin' on the pill
Man, these niggas be junkie, you poppin' these pills
We pull the bar up and send him to the hill
We ain't like in 5-D, catchin' the kill
Turn to watch and push the nigga, bar get split
Come here, bitch
4xthereaper - B5ive (feat. Whop2x) Lyrics
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Bitch, you know I walk a nigga down, I been dyin' for a kill, I been dyin' for a drill
All these niggas keep on gettin' ridin' in the city, on God
I ain't put that nigga down, no fire, nigga, f*ck the fall
On my mama, I'm not lyin', got a gen-f*ckin'-five
All these niggas wanna play with me, you gon' f*ckin' die
And I'm tired of these hoes keep speakin' on my name, boy, you count
On my mama, I'm not lyin', never lackin', not lyin'
Spin your block for real, I got this gun inside this bitch, you can't even get it still
If I can't get inside that car with my gas, f*ck you
All these niggas get so mad at bitch, start dancin'
Huh, huh, walk on this bitch two times, you know he spin shit
I don't give a f*ck about it, I'm a f*ckin' goddamn thug
Bitch, they tellin' me to chill, cause I'm the f*ckin' reaper, child
Nigga, keep on this for real, nigga, keep on this for real
I don't be on that internet poppin' shit
Just a young nigga tryin' to get that money on
F*ck a nigga, turn my eye, pop an X, boy
I got that brick on me, what the f*ck I look like fightin' for
Let a nigga wear that four-knit, let that bitch hide, bet you run
Lil' ass nigga ain't talkin' bout nothin', man, these niggas really be my sons
I was f*ckin' that bitch from the back the next week, she said I'm havin' her sons
F*ck that shit, I don't pee for real, I told that hoe I can't go for shit
Nigga, don't make me say so, I'll run you down with that big-ass blitz
All these niggas ain't talkin' bout nothin', these niggas cappin', I ain't hear no shit
F*ck a nigga, if I catch your ass on that field, I swear that I'll catch the blitz
Yeah, all these, uh, niggas gettin' hit
Bitch, try to hurt my feelings, I f*ck a friend, I don't pee for real
Young nigga geek, don't kite me sick
Got my dog locked down, he waitin' on the pill
Man, these niggas be junkie, you poppin' these pills
We pull the bar up and send him to the hill
We ain't like in 5-D, catchin' the kill
Turn to watch and push the nigga, bar get split
Come here, bitch
All these niggas keep on gettin' ridin' in the city, on God
I ain't put that nigga down, no fire, nigga, f*ck the fall
On my mama, I'm not lyin', got a gen-f*ckin'-five
All these niggas wanna play with me, you gon' f*ckin' die
And I'm tired of these hoes keep speakin' on my name, boy, you count
On my mama, I'm not lyin', never lackin', not lyin'
Spin your block for real, I got this gun inside this bitch, you can't even get it still
If I can't get inside that car with my gas, f*ck you
All these niggas get so mad at bitch, start dancin'
Huh, huh, walk on this bitch two times, you know he spin shit
I don't give a f*ck about it, I'm a f*ckin' goddamn thug
Bitch, they tellin' me to chill, cause I'm the f*ckin' reaper, child
Nigga, keep on this for real, nigga, keep on this for real
I don't be on that internet poppin' shit
Just a young nigga tryin' to get that money on
F*ck a nigga, turn my eye, pop an X, boy
I got that brick on me, what the f*ck I look like fightin' for
Let a nigga wear that four-knit, let that bitch hide, bet you run
Lil' ass nigga ain't talkin' bout nothin', man, these niggas really be my sons
I was f*ckin' that bitch from the back the next week, she said I'm havin' her sons
F*ck that shit, I don't pee for real, I told that hoe I can't go for shit
Nigga, don't make me say so, I'll run you down with that big-ass blitz
All these niggas ain't talkin' bout nothin', these niggas cappin', I ain't hear no shit
F*ck a nigga, if I catch your ass on that field, I swear that I'll catch the blitz
Yeah, all these, uh, niggas gettin' hit
Bitch, try to hurt my feelings, I f*ck a friend, I don't pee for real
Young nigga geek, don't kite me sick
Got my dog locked down, he waitin' on the pill
Man, these niggas be junkie, you poppin' these pills
We pull the bar up and send him to the hill
We ain't like in 5-D, catchin' the kill
Turn to watch and push the nigga, bar get split
Come here, bitch
Writer: Zaden Thomas
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