I got up on a new level, but I'm still droppin' PK
Wake up in a good-ass mood, brush my teeth and crack me a 8
Lil' bruh actin' like he like that, but he never made shit quake
Come through trippin' with that switchy, bet this nigga gon' get baked
On that young nigga shit, I feel like none of y'all boys can f*ck with me
Slap a button on that Glock and make them niggas D.I.E
Bitch, I'm smokin' on your partner, lil' bruh should've busted Glee
And now you mad he f*cked, because that bitch ass, nigga can't even breathe, huh
All that dissin' they be doin', tell him, get up off my Dick
He gon' pop it for a few views, but out in person, he ain't on shit
Lil' bruh talkin' my sleazy bop, well, we gon' smack him back that diss
How the f*ck does that shit feel to know your partner rest in piss
Yeah, look, you five been outside, ain't know my name since I was a G
Man, I just got me that Glock, you know I'm down to do that hit
Lil' bruh think I'm sittin' to diss, like, f*ck that shit, I set the blitz
I can't f*ck with ATL hoes, them hoes be burnt, can't kiss them lips
How the f*ck you diss my bro when all your bros up in that sky
All this shit, I say it fast, but if cops ask the bitch, I lie
Pop out in some Hellstar, in some tracks, yeah, I can fly
Oh, he thuggin' on that Eastman, f*ck that shit, I spit the glide
I been outside as a kid, I was holdin' Glocks, I was only nine
I got a big-ass ARP, I shoot that bitch, it break your spine
F*ckboy tried to steal my chain, that's how he died up on that line
Oh, he just callin' for that bleed, I call my youngin', take it five
Had to cut me off, okay
Bitch, it's Lil' Q5, I slide my bro, you know I'm renegade
They talkin' bout tonight, man, f*ck that shit, bitch, let go, slide today
I pop out and dog shit, you know Q5, his ass hella paid
On gang, 50 round, plus 50 round, 100 shots, gon' leave shit stank
Riding round through that west side, tryna catch Bn chokeoff, pop out, bang
I crack that 8, then smoke on, shh, tell Trendy Hefner, stay in your lane
Your house got shot up, then you left the state, lil' boy, your ass can't hang
All my opps, they ass be lame, can't tell me when you caught your stain
Cause not one nigga, banging K4K had went, got dropped, cause yeen ain't got aim
Let me stop, he ain't bust no Glock, he ain't drop no shots, he ain't pop for bop
And y'all ain't been outside since Bra ass died, you know his ass on fox
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I got up on a new level, but I'm still droppin' PK
Wake up in a good-ass mood, brush my teeth and crack me a 8
Lil' bruh actin' like he like that, but he never made shit quake
Come through trippin' with that switchy, bet this nigga gon' get baked
On that young nigga shit, I feel like none of y'all boys can f*ck with me
Slap a button on that Glock and make them niggas D.I.E
Bitch, I'm smokin' on your partner, lil' bruh should've busted Glee
And now you mad he f*cked, because that bitch ass, nigga can't even breathe, huh
All that dissin' they be doin', tell him, get up off my Dick
He gon' pop it for a few views, but out in person, he ain't on shit
Lil' bruh talkin' my sleazy bop, well, we gon' smack him back that diss
How the f*ck does that shit feel to know your partner rest in piss
Yeah, look, you five been outside, ain't know my name since I was a G
Man, I just got me that Glock, you know I'm down to do that hit
Lil' bruh think I'm sittin' to diss, like, f*ck that shit, I set the blitz
I can't f*ck with ATL hoes, them hoes be burnt, can't kiss them lips
How the f*ck you diss my bro when all your bros up in that sky
All this shit, I say it fast, but if cops ask the bitch, I lie
Pop out in some Hellstar, in some tracks, yeah, I can fly
Oh, he thuggin' on that Eastman, f*ck that shit, I spit the glide
I been outside as a kid, I was holdin' Glocks, I was only nine
I got a big-ass ARP, I shoot that bitch, it break your spine
F*ckboy tried to steal my chain, that's how he died up on that line
Oh, he just callin' for that bleed, I call my youngin', take it five
Had to cut me off, okay
Bitch, it's Lil' Q5, I slide my bro, you know I'm renegade
They talkin' bout tonight, man, f*ck that shit, bitch, let go, slide today
I pop out and dog shit, you know Q5, his ass hella paid
On gang, 50 round, plus 50 round, 100 shots, gon' leave shit stank
Riding round through that west side, tryna catch Bn chokeoff, pop out, bang
I crack that 8, then smoke on, shh, tell Trendy Hefner, stay in your lane
Your house got shot up, then you left the state, lil' boy, your ass can't hang
All my opps, they ass be lame, can't tell me when you caught your stain
Cause not one nigga, banging K4K had went, got dropped, cause yeen ain't got aim
Let me stop, he ain't bust no Glock, he ain't drop no shots, he ain't pop for bop
And y'all ain't been outside since Bra ass died, you know his ass on fox
Wake up in a good-ass mood, brush my teeth and crack me a 8
Lil' bruh actin' like he like that, but he never made shit quake
Come through trippin' with that switchy, bet this nigga gon' get baked
On that young nigga shit, I feel like none of y'all boys can f*ck with me
Slap a button on that Glock and make them niggas D.I.E
Bitch, I'm smokin' on your partner, lil' bruh should've busted Glee
And now you mad he f*cked, because that bitch ass, nigga can't even breathe, huh
All that dissin' they be doin', tell him, get up off my Dick
He gon' pop it for a few views, but out in person, he ain't on shit
Lil' bruh talkin' my sleazy bop, well, we gon' smack him back that diss
How the f*ck does that shit feel to know your partner rest in piss
Yeah, look, you five been outside, ain't know my name since I was a G
Man, I just got me that Glock, you know I'm down to do that hit
Lil' bruh think I'm sittin' to diss, like, f*ck that shit, I set the blitz
I can't f*ck with ATL hoes, them hoes be burnt, can't kiss them lips
How the f*ck you diss my bro when all your bros up in that sky
All this shit, I say it fast, but if cops ask the bitch, I lie
Pop out in some Hellstar, in some tracks, yeah, I can fly
Oh, he thuggin' on that Eastman, f*ck that shit, I spit the glide
I been outside as a kid, I was holdin' Glocks, I was only nine
I got a big-ass ARP, I shoot that bitch, it break your spine
F*ckboy tried to steal my chain, that's how he died up on that line
Oh, he just callin' for that bleed, I call my youngin', take it five
Had to cut me off, okay
Bitch, it's Lil' Q5, I slide my bro, you know I'm renegade
They talkin' bout tonight, man, f*ck that shit, bitch, let go, slide today
I pop out and dog shit, you know Q5, his ass hella paid
On gang, 50 round, plus 50 round, 100 shots, gon' leave shit stank
Riding round through that west side, tryna catch Bn chokeoff, pop out, bang
I crack that 8, then smoke on, shh, tell Trendy Hefner, stay in your lane
Your house got shot up, then you left the state, lil' boy, your ass can't hang
All my opps, they ass be lame, can't tell me when you caught your stain
Cause not one nigga, banging K4K had went, got dropped, cause yeen ain't got aim
Let me stop, he ain't bust no Glock, he ain't drop no shots, he ain't pop for bop
And y'all ain't been outside since Bra ass died, you know his ass on fox
Writer: Quin R, J’khi Gaddis
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid