On foenem, you know I don't f*ck with
Cause them niggas opps. On foenem I had ran me a lil Aaron, and that bitch got dropped
We ready to get down on KB, Lil Dom might shoot his top. I got all the switches in the rock, I'm duckin' every cop.
Doin' drills outside The Rock, I'm in The Raq, I shot his Pelle. Now I'm in New York, we chopped his cheese and shot him at the deli.
Feds want me to open up my mouth, can't repeat what they tell me. How you not a rat, but said his name, lil' bitch, you might as well be.
I took me a L and I came back, nigga, now I'm better. If I see an opp bitch, she get shot, now she even wetter. We ain't little, this ain't alphabet, but send the opps this letter. And we light his ass up with this Glock, bitch, we heat up the weather.
Told me that the opps came up on what, nigga, that's a myth. After we go f*ck, you gotta go, I'll send your ass a Lyft. We gon' spank the opps, give them this belt, like we Will Smith.
And we light his ass up on his birthday, give the ass a gift.
They say they drillin', but they ass ain't drillin', if it's up, it's up. Slide on they ass like we playin' hockey, hit him with this puck. Bodies on our belt, they ass still bappin', they ain't had enough. And they cappin' bout that other body, that's another bluff.
If we come across the opps once, that shit they last day. Hop out with this switch and kill his ass, do it the fast way. I don't know why 12 keep tryin' me, I got a fast pace. And we on the E-Way, dust his ass just like a drag race.
Bitch told me the dick look good as f*ck, she don't know where to start.
I could put a beam up on my Glock, this shit a piece of art. Hop out, chase his ass down on foot, put this bitch in park. He keep hiding, we after his brother, cause he think he smart.
And we don't play with niggas, we hop out, chase niggas. And he think that I ain't done slidin', yo ass laced nigga. We know niggas fast, so we can kill you, ain't no trace, nigga. We just put your homies on the deck, yo ass ace, nigga.
F*ck the opps, where they at, they need to stop dissing. He thought she was sweet, his ass a hoe, that's why his homie missing. Better watch where you be at, nigga, pay attention.
Niggas clout chasin' like a bitch, all up in my mention.
Is yo ass a hoe or a nigga, is you with that. If you is then nigga, drop your low, you need to get back. See him first, pop him in his chest, he get his shit splat. And your hoe be f*cking with the block, that's why yo bitch cracked.
New F.N. bitch, yo ass can't run when I shoot.
Opps keep dying, this shit just keep goin', in a loop. Get stepped on, if we jump his ass, knock out his tooth. You can't run away, we gon' turn you to a hanging shoe.
AD ass a bitch, he ain't pull up, I told him where I'm at. KB ass a hoe, keep tryna run, I think he just might rat. He mad that I ran down on his ass, I see a chain it's snatched. Talking like they ass ain't had enough, we might have to rematch.
Shit, where he at? Nigga, we on go. We got chops and Glocks, ain't no props, cause we ready to blow. You ain't got no bodies, nigga, we got like ten in a row. Put a red light on my gun, make somebody glow.
He said he on his hood, we outside every day. Nigga beefin' cause he like a ho, nigga think he brave. They ain't know what we did on the news, they must live in the cave. Got down on his ass about a chain, that's on foenem grave.
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On foenem, you know I don't f*ck with
Cause them niggas opps. On foenem I had ran me a lil Aaron, and that bitch got dropped
We ready to get down on KB, Lil Dom might shoot his top. I got all the switches in the rock, I'm duckin' every cop.
Doin' drills outside The Rock, I'm in The Raq, I shot his Pelle. Now I'm in New York, we chopped his cheese and shot him at the deli.
Feds want me to open up my mouth, can't repeat what they tell me. How you not a rat, but said his name, lil' bitch, you might as well be.
I took me a L and I came back, nigga, now I'm better. If I see an opp bitch, she get shot, now she even wetter. We ain't little, this ain't alphabet, but send the opps this letter. And we light his ass up with this Glock, bitch, we heat up the weather.
Told me that the opps came up on what, nigga, that's a myth. After we go f*ck, you gotta go, I'll send your ass a Lyft. We gon' spank the opps, give them this belt, like we Will Smith.
And we light his ass up on his birthday, give the ass a gift.
They say they drillin', but they ass ain't drillin', if it's up, it's up. Slide on they ass like we playin' hockey, hit him with this puck. Bodies on our belt, they ass still bappin', they ain't had enough. And they cappin' bout that other body, that's another bluff.
If we come across the opps once, that shit they last day. Hop out with this switch and kill his ass, do it the fast way. I don't know why 12 keep tryin' me, I got a fast pace. And we on the E-Way, dust his ass just like a drag race.
Bitch told me the dick look good as f*ck, she don't know where to start.
I could put a beam up on my Glock, this shit a piece of art. Hop out, chase his ass down on foot, put this bitch in park. He keep hiding, we after his brother, cause he think he smart.
And we don't play with niggas, we hop out, chase niggas. And he think that I ain't done slidin', yo ass laced nigga. We know niggas fast, so we can kill you, ain't no trace, nigga. We just put your homies on the deck, yo ass ace, nigga.
F*ck the opps, where they at, they need to stop dissing. He thought she was sweet, his ass a hoe, that's why his homie missing. Better watch where you be at, nigga, pay attention.
Niggas clout chasin' like a bitch, all up in my mention.
Is yo ass a hoe or a nigga, is you with that. If you is then nigga, drop your low, you need to get back. See him first, pop him in his chest, he get his shit splat. And your hoe be f*cking with the block, that's why yo bitch cracked.
New F.N. bitch, yo ass can't run when I shoot.
Opps keep dying, this shit just keep goin', in a loop. Get stepped on, if we jump his ass, knock out his tooth. You can't run away, we gon' turn you to a hanging shoe.
AD ass a bitch, he ain't pull up, I told him where I'm at. KB ass a hoe, keep tryna run, I think he just might rat. He mad that I ran down on his ass, I see a chain it's snatched. Talking like they ass ain't had enough, we might have to rematch.
Shit, where he at? Nigga, we on go. We got chops and Glocks, ain't no props, cause we ready to blow. You ain't got no bodies, nigga, we got like ten in a row. Put a red light on my gun, make somebody glow.
He said he on his hood, we outside every day. Nigga beefin' cause he like a ho, nigga think he brave. They ain't know what we did on the news, they must live in the cave. Got down on his ass about a chain, that's on foenem grave.
Cause them niggas opps. On foenem I had ran me a lil Aaron, and that bitch got dropped
We ready to get down on KB, Lil Dom might shoot his top. I got all the switches in the rock, I'm duckin' every cop.
Doin' drills outside The Rock, I'm in The Raq, I shot his Pelle. Now I'm in New York, we chopped his cheese and shot him at the deli.
Feds want me to open up my mouth, can't repeat what they tell me. How you not a rat, but said his name, lil' bitch, you might as well be.
I took me a L and I came back, nigga, now I'm better. If I see an opp bitch, she get shot, now she even wetter. We ain't little, this ain't alphabet, but send the opps this letter. And we light his ass up with this Glock, bitch, we heat up the weather.
Told me that the opps came up on what, nigga, that's a myth. After we go f*ck, you gotta go, I'll send your ass a Lyft. We gon' spank the opps, give them this belt, like we Will Smith.
And we light his ass up on his birthday, give the ass a gift.
They say they drillin', but they ass ain't drillin', if it's up, it's up. Slide on they ass like we playin' hockey, hit him with this puck. Bodies on our belt, they ass still bappin', they ain't had enough. And they cappin' bout that other body, that's another bluff.
If we come across the opps once, that shit they last day. Hop out with this switch and kill his ass, do it the fast way. I don't know why 12 keep tryin' me, I got a fast pace. And we on the E-Way, dust his ass just like a drag race.
Bitch told me the dick look good as f*ck, she don't know where to start.
I could put a beam up on my Glock, this shit a piece of art. Hop out, chase his ass down on foot, put this bitch in park. He keep hiding, we after his brother, cause he think he smart.
And we don't play with niggas, we hop out, chase niggas. And he think that I ain't done slidin', yo ass laced nigga. We know niggas fast, so we can kill you, ain't no trace, nigga. We just put your homies on the deck, yo ass ace, nigga.
F*ck the opps, where they at, they need to stop dissing. He thought she was sweet, his ass a hoe, that's why his homie missing. Better watch where you be at, nigga, pay attention.
Niggas clout chasin' like a bitch, all up in my mention.
Is yo ass a hoe or a nigga, is you with that. If you is then nigga, drop your low, you need to get back. See him first, pop him in his chest, he get his shit splat. And your hoe be f*cking with the block, that's why yo bitch cracked.
New F.N. bitch, yo ass can't run when I shoot.
Opps keep dying, this shit just keep goin', in a loop. Get stepped on, if we jump his ass, knock out his tooth. You can't run away, we gon' turn you to a hanging shoe.
AD ass a bitch, he ain't pull up, I told him where I'm at. KB ass a hoe, keep tryna run, I think he just might rat. He mad that I ran down on his ass, I see a chain it's snatched. Talking like they ass ain't had enough, we might have to rematch.
Shit, where he at? Nigga, we on go. We got chops and Glocks, ain't no props, cause we ready to blow. You ain't got no bodies, nigga, we got like ten in a row. Put a red light on my gun, make somebody glow.
He said he on his hood, we outside every day. Nigga beefin' cause he like a ho, nigga think he brave. They ain't know what we did on the news, they must live in the cave. Got down on his ass about a chain, that's on foenem grave.
Writer: Keyondre Duo
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