Tim the world blow 2 3
Point blank when i shoot bro pass the strap
If you aint tryna run it up get up out the trap
Aint no sleep phone bangin i can't take a nap
Spots goin dumb off the cookie nigga no cap
Leg work bitch thats all i keep yellin
Dog wrap'em up right so the people can't smell'em
Straight drop in my pop larry smoke I'm inhalin
And I'm in my own lane cus i heard them boys tellin
Im strapped bro strapped nigga bet it up
Credit karma with this glock don't f*ck yo credit up
I made a run with them scripts off the mega bus
Turn around after turn around with like 30 plus
Cut throat pull up and start dumpin
Homie coached me how to shoot but i never had a jumper
Doggy say he got the bag link up whats the number
Say he got a couple left set the play bring the thunder
Lil brody down the way punching like tyson
Told doggy move swift try to dodge all indictments
Niggas touch they first 20 and they seem to get excited
I can do that off the cookie in my sleep i aint lying
2 glocks on me on the mile i aint lackin
I can't wait to hit stick a little nigga john madden
Whats yo body count oh you buying straps for fashion
The nerve of you little broke niggas got me laughin
Goon life bitch i never switched up
Hoe niggas jumping sides dog i swear i had enough
New opps new chops new glocks its a must
Rip woo free drugs free quan free unc bitch
Never see me out i be everywhere the money at
We never see you there cus you aint even got no money yet
If i hit that bitch give it up she aint comin back
All the heads love me good work have'm coming back
They like how this nigga workin he always at work
Bitch the same way you hustlin and always be broke
I aint neva had a big homie
And if you see'm by my side jus know he never switched on me
Cus once a nigga turn snitch then he turn bitch
Send the hit catch'em out in traffic empty out the clip
Niggas dropping chains that aint worth shit
And another nigga dun wifed up a bitch the whole city hit
I find out that work good then we jittin on it
Flipping on it don't be callin asking whats the ticket on it
Spot slappin on the mile go and get a eighth
Or you can pull up to the dirty mo if you need that plate
But how you scamming and be broke as f*ck
Saw the nigga out with his main bitch looking bold as f*ck
And why you niggas on them social sites
On the net talking this and that in real life they looking trife
Why you cappin like you f*cked that bitch
Getting loose for the camera and you f*cked around and cuffed that bitch
We aint trippin on these hoes
Little bro just left the road
Came back with a load them all pros nigga
And why y'all boys talking down on'em
Strap came with a 30 he just put a hunnid rounds on it
Everything i own i grind for it
Trina drop that big face just so i can f*ck the time on it
BrightMo KB - Statement (feat. 2-3 Josh) Lyrics
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Tim the world blow 2 3
Point blank when i shoot bro pass the strap
If you aint tryna run it up get up out the trap
Aint no sleep phone bangin i can't take a nap
Spots goin dumb off the cookie nigga no cap
Leg work bitch thats all i keep yellin
Dog wrap'em up right so the people can't smell'em
Straight drop in my pop larry smoke I'm inhalin
And I'm in my own lane cus i heard them boys tellin
Im strapped bro strapped nigga bet it up
Credit karma with this glock don't f*ck yo credit up
I made a run with them scripts off the mega bus
Turn around after turn around with like 30 plus
Cut throat pull up and start dumpin
Homie coached me how to shoot but i never had a jumper
Doggy say he got the bag link up whats the number
Say he got a couple left set the play bring the thunder
Lil brody down the way punching like tyson
Told doggy move swift try to dodge all indictments
Niggas touch they first 20 and they seem to get excited
I can do that off the cookie in my sleep i aint lying
2 glocks on me on the mile i aint lackin
I can't wait to hit stick a little nigga john madden
Whats yo body count oh you buying straps for fashion
The nerve of you little broke niggas got me laughin
Goon life bitch i never switched up
Hoe niggas jumping sides dog i swear i had enough
New opps new chops new glocks its a must
Rip woo free drugs free quan free unc bitch
Never see me out i be everywhere the money at
We never see you there cus you aint even got no money yet
If i hit that bitch give it up she aint comin back
All the heads love me good work have'm coming back
They like how this nigga workin he always at work
Bitch the same way you hustlin and always be broke
I aint neva had a big homie
And if you see'm by my side jus know he never switched on me
Cus once a nigga turn snitch then he turn bitch
Send the hit catch'em out in traffic empty out the clip
Niggas dropping chains that aint worth shit
And another nigga dun wifed up a bitch the whole city hit
I find out that work good then we jittin on it
Flipping on it don't be callin asking whats the ticket on it
Spot slappin on the mile go and get a eighth
Or you can pull up to the dirty mo if you need that plate
But how you scamming and be broke as f*ck
Saw the nigga out with his main bitch looking bold as f*ck
And why you niggas on them social sites
On the net talking this and that in real life they looking trife
Why you cappin like you f*cked that bitch
Getting loose for the camera and you f*cked around and cuffed that bitch
We aint trippin on these hoes
Little bro just left the road
Came back with a load them all pros nigga
And why y'all boys talking down on'em
Strap came with a 30 he just put a hunnid rounds on it
Everything i own i grind for it
Trina drop that big face just so i can f*ck the time on it
Point blank when i shoot bro pass the strap
If you aint tryna run it up get up out the trap
Aint no sleep phone bangin i can't take a nap
Spots goin dumb off the cookie nigga no cap
Leg work bitch thats all i keep yellin
Dog wrap'em up right so the people can't smell'em
Straight drop in my pop larry smoke I'm inhalin
And I'm in my own lane cus i heard them boys tellin
Im strapped bro strapped nigga bet it up
Credit karma with this glock don't f*ck yo credit up
I made a run with them scripts off the mega bus
Turn around after turn around with like 30 plus
Cut throat pull up and start dumpin
Homie coached me how to shoot but i never had a jumper
Doggy say he got the bag link up whats the number
Say he got a couple left set the play bring the thunder
Lil brody down the way punching like tyson
Told doggy move swift try to dodge all indictments
Niggas touch they first 20 and they seem to get excited
I can do that off the cookie in my sleep i aint lying
2 glocks on me on the mile i aint lackin
I can't wait to hit stick a little nigga john madden
Whats yo body count oh you buying straps for fashion
The nerve of you little broke niggas got me laughin
Goon life bitch i never switched up
Hoe niggas jumping sides dog i swear i had enough
New opps new chops new glocks its a must
Rip woo free drugs free quan free unc bitch
Never see me out i be everywhere the money at
We never see you there cus you aint even got no money yet
If i hit that bitch give it up she aint comin back
All the heads love me good work have'm coming back
They like how this nigga workin he always at work
Bitch the same way you hustlin and always be broke
I aint neva had a big homie
And if you see'm by my side jus know he never switched on me
Cus once a nigga turn snitch then he turn bitch
Send the hit catch'em out in traffic empty out the clip
Niggas dropping chains that aint worth shit
And another nigga dun wifed up a bitch the whole city hit
I find out that work good then we jittin on it
Flipping on it don't be callin asking whats the ticket on it
Spot slappin on the mile go and get a eighth
Or you can pull up to the dirty mo if you need that plate
But how you scamming and be broke as f*ck
Saw the nigga out with his main bitch looking bold as f*ck
And why you niggas on them social sites
On the net talking this and that in real life they looking trife
Why you cappin like you f*cked that bitch
Getting loose for the camera and you f*cked around and cuffed that bitch
We aint trippin on these hoes
Little bro just left the road
Came back with a load them all pros nigga
And why y'all boys talking down on'em
Strap came with a 30 he just put a hunnid rounds on it
Everything i own i grind for it
Trina drop that big face just so i can f*ck the time on it
Writer: Billy Nix, Josh Nix
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid