Original, I wanna make my own song I said I wanna be original, I wanna make my own song
And I wanna say, f*ck you, Pezzy, you're a piece of shit, bitch
Slang that fye, get active in these street, better look alive
Opps run to the jakes, they better f*ck her, learn to duck and hide
I done seen the streets fall off, then come back again
The streets don't love you like they say they love you
That shit get real, huh
Uh, shit get real fast
Ever fell off with that money and had to bounce back
Your homie steal from you he'll probably get your ass whacked
My brother don't like my music, but whole time, I be stating facts
Ayy fully automatic, I whip shit like I'm they daddy
Can't go back and forth with no nigga, pussy boy, this ain't no scrimmage
I know niggas that be cappin' and they rap for a imagine
He ain't pop shit with that fye, boy, just out here pretending
You work that switch like that semi, my car be black windows tinted
I f*ck that bitch, you f*ck that bitch, now, nigga, don't start all that dissin
Headshot he go missing nigga, don't run up with blicky
I got J's on, niggas, dressed up in some dickies
Nigga, I'm locked and loaded, shotgun took the hinges
Nigga, don't talk stupid boy I'll blow you right out your britches
You wanna perk 10, add one, that's gone make it 20
I was in that water, baby, look like I'm f*ckin' fishing
Like I'm f*ckin' swimmin', stick on hit his temper
Compact Glock, hold 30, we gon' put you down
Like my dog did, he got dog years
I been runnin' up that money, this been a light year
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Original, I wanna make my own song I said I wanna be original, I wanna make my own song
And I wanna say, f*ck you, Pezzy, you're a piece of shit, bitch
Slang that fye, get active in these street, better look alive
Opps run to the jakes, they better f*ck her, learn to duck and hide
I done seen the streets fall off, then come back again
The streets don't love you like they say they love you
That shit get real, huh
Uh, shit get real fast
Ever fell off with that money and had to bounce back
Your homie steal from you he'll probably get your ass whacked
My brother don't like my music, but whole time, I be stating facts
Ayy fully automatic, I whip shit like I'm they daddy
Can't go back and forth with no nigga, pussy boy, this ain't no scrimmage
I know niggas that be cappin' and they rap for a imagine
He ain't pop shit with that fye, boy, just out here pretending
You work that switch like that semi, my car be black windows tinted
I f*ck that bitch, you f*ck that bitch, now, nigga, don't start all that dissin
Headshot he go missing nigga, don't run up with blicky
I got J's on, niggas, dressed up in some dickies
Nigga, I'm locked and loaded, shotgun took the hinges
Nigga, don't talk stupid boy I'll blow you right out your britches
You wanna perk 10, add one, that's gone make it 20
I was in that water, baby, look like I'm f*ckin' fishing
Like I'm f*ckin' swimmin', stick on hit his temper
Compact Glock, hold 30, we gon' put you down
Like my dog did, he got dog years
I been runnin' up that money, this been a light year
And I wanna say, f*ck you, Pezzy, you're a piece of shit, bitch
Slang that fye, get active in these street, better look alive
Opps run to the jakes, they better f*ck her, learn to duck and hide
I done seen the streets fall off, then come back again
The streets don't love you like they say they love you
That shit get real, huh
Uh, shit get real fast
Ever fell off with that money and had to bounce back
Your homie steal from you he'll probably get your ass whacked
My brother don't like my music, but whole time, I be stating facts
Ayy fully automatic, I whip shit like I'm they daddy
Can't go back and forth with no nigga, pussy boy, this ain't no scrimmage
I know niggas that be cappin' and they rap for a imagine
He ain't pop shit with that fye, boy, just out here pretending
You work that switch like that semi, my car be black windows tinted
I f*ck that bitch, you f*ck that bitch, now, nigga, don't start all that dissin
Headshot he go missing nigga, don't run up with blicky
I got J's on, niggas, dressed up in some dickies
Nigga, I'm locked and loaded, shotgun took the hinges
Nigga, don't talk stupid boy I'll blow you right out your britches
You wanna perk 10, add one, that's gone make it 20
I was in that water, baby, look like I'm f*ckin' fishing
Like I'm f*ckin' swimmin', stick on hit his temper
Compact Glock, hold 30, we gon' put you down
Like my dog did, he got dog years
I been runnin' up that money, this been a light year
Writer: Jaquan Johnson
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