...
You can post all the guns you want ,it still gon' be some more
Heater with me, choppa cook him like a Pizza Roll
It's getting old, Lil bro you just a puppy, this ain't Paw Patrol
Them trumpets blow, they taking souls, it's what you can't control
He just a victim, caught em' out & he was not a man
A marching band I keep a stick & I'ma let it clap
Spin like a fan bitch , don't get packed for thinkin' that you're that
Yeah my hoe the finest, she gon' line him if he try to crack
He not a stepper, he gon' fold if we apply that pressure
It's f*ck whoever, don't get thundered , I might change the weather
Ill shoot whenever, I can't let em put me on a stretcher
He gone forever, they can't find him like some lost treasure
Yeah, I'm not immortal, with this choppa, I might feel like it
Tryna beef, it's been forever, and you still hidin
Like come and try it, ain't no way this goofy ain't dyin
I caught em all, so can't nobody say I ain't slidin
I'm through they section until I see them niggas dissin
Yeah they know who really spinnin', bitch who dyin' and who livin
I catch you with them niggas, guarantee you goin' with him
Conversatin' with my demons, Lord know that I been sinnin
They clickin' up to make em feel like they be really slinin
They really hiding quit the lyin', nigga I don't buy it
They wanna kill me, come and try it, everybody dyin
Niggas ay my name up in them songs, I can't seem to find em
Nina fry em, shit get hot, so get up out the field
Slide to catch a kill, you niggas slidin' just to do a reel
Yo, brother sleep & you ain't spin, I wonder how he feel
For all the mines, I get him drilled, we do this shit for real
He in my phone, said drop a lo, but I ain't hard to find
You niggas tryna fonk in, Vanish Mode and barely be outside
And half you niggas wanted features, you ain't gotta lie
These out of bounds niggas say they 3z , but they ain't one of mines
I know them niggas wanna smoke me, I ain't worried about it
Bitch, I heard your brother in a box, I know you hurt about it
Ayy, you still ain't slidin' for that dead bitch
& free that nigga HUZZ a sharp shooter, get yo head hit
Do all that dissing, bitch, you shoulda took the safe route
They rap like it's beef, I bag em up like they takeout
Hit his face, a metal jacket, knock his brain out
It's strictly headshots, I'm tryna see what niggas think bout
Ayy, bitch it's forever East
1100 them my brothers succas know it's 3z
She give me chase, you gon' bag a type of towel, please
Like, why the f*ck you speakin' on my momma, he rock six rings
Ayy, and y'all, I'm talkin' bout the Jordan's
What I blow on this designer, could've went and bought a foreign
I've been waitin' suckas hidin' keep it real, they know who scorin
Post up catch him early mornin', nina barkin' chopper roarin
Ayy, said I ain't sympathize with suckas , f*ck who go against me
Run up on me, one up top, I got it hot & ready Confirming kills, we ain't attempting , cause that shit petty
Fern Gotti, spoke on one of mine & what that shit get em'
Head taps, leave his face in his lap
We get him sparked, about the smoke, if niggas sayin' that it's that
Been in they feelings since they brother hit a pack
So go and do your getting back before you dissin' in them raps, nigga
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English
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You can post all the guns you want ,it still gon' be some more
Heater with me, choppa cook him like a Pizza Roll
It's getting old, Lil bro you just a puppy, this ain't Paw Patrol
Them trumpets blow, they taking souls, it's what you can't control
He just a victim, caught em' out & he was not a man
A marching band I keep a stick & I'ma let it clap
Spin like a fan bitch , don't get packed for thinkin' that you're that
Yeah my hoe the finest, she gon' line him if he try to crack
He not a stepper, he gon' fold if we apply that pressure
It's f*ck whoever, don't get thundered , I might change the weather
Ill shoot whenever, I can't let em put me on a stretcher
He gone forever, they can't find him like some lost treasure
Yeah, I'm not immortal, with this choppa, I might feel like it
Tryna beef, it's been forever, and you still hidin
Like come and try it, ain't no way this goofy ain't dyin
I caught em all, so can't nobody say I ain't slidin
I'm through they section until I see them niggas dissin
Yeah they know who really spinnin', bitch who dyin' and who livin
I catch you with them niggas, guarantee you goin' with him
Conversatin' with my demons, Lord know that I been sinnin
They clickin' up to make em feel like they be really slinin
They really hiding quit the lyin', nigga I don't buy it
They wanna kill me, come and try it, everybody dyin
Niggas ay my name up in them songs, I can't seem to find em
Nina fry em, shit get hot, so get up out the field
Slide to catch a kill, you niggas slidin' just to do a reel
Yo, brother sleep & you ain't spin, I wonder how he feel
For all the mines, I get him drilled, we do this shit for real
He in my phone, said drop a lo, but I ain't hard to find
You niggas tryna fonk in, Vanish Mode and barely be outside
And half you niggas wanted features, you ain't gotta lie
These out of bounds niggas say they 3z , but they ain't one of mines
I know them niggas wanna smoke me, I ain't worried about it
Bitch, I heard your brother in a box, I know you hurt about it
Ayy, you still ain't slidin' for that dead bitch
& free that nigga HUZZ a sharp shooter, get yo head hit
Do all that dissing, bitch, you shoulda took the safe route
They rap like it's beef, I bag em up like they takeout
Hit his face, a metal jacket, knock his brain out
It's strictly headshots, I'm tryna see what niggas think bout
Ayy, bitch it's forever East
1100 them my brothers succas know it's 3z
She give me chase, you gon' bag a type of towel, please
Like, why the f*ck you speakin' on my momma, he rock six rings
Ayy, and y'all, I'm talkin' bout the Jordan's
What I blow on this designer, could've went and bought a foreign
I've been waitin' suckas hidin' keep it real, they know who scorin
Post up catch him early mornin', nina barkin' chopper roarin
Ayy, said I ain't sympathize with suckas , f*ck who go against me
Run up on me, one up top, I got it hot & ready Confirming kills, we ain't attempting , cause that shit petty
Fern Gotti, spoke on one of mine & what that shit get em'
Head taps, leave his face in his lap
We get him sparked, about the smoke, if niggas sayin' that it's that
Been in they feelings since they brother hit a pack
So go and do your getting back before you dissin' in them raps, nigga
You can post all the guns you want ,it still gon' be some more
Heater with me, choppa cook him like a Pizza Roll
It's getting old, Lil bro you just a puppy, this ain't Paw Patrol
Them trumpets blow, they taking souls, it's what you can't control
He just a victim, caught em' out & he was not a man
A marching band I keep a stick & I'ma let it clap
Spin like a fan bitch , don't get packed for thinkin' that you're that
Yeah my hoe the finest, she gon' line him if he try to crack
He not a stepper, he gon' fold if we apply that pressure
It's f*ck whoever, don't get thundered , I might change the weather
Ill shoot whenever, I can't let em put me on a stretcher
He gone forever, they can't find him like some lost treasure
Yeah, I'm not immortal, with this choppa, I might feel like it
Tryna beef, it's been forever, and you still hidin
Like come and try it, ain't no way this goofy ain't dyin
I caught em all, so can't nobody say I ain't slidin
I'm through they section until I see them niggas dissin
Yeah they know who really spinnin', bitch who dyin' and who livin
I catch you with them niggas, guarantee you goin' with him
Conversatin' with my demons, Lord know that I been sinnin
They clickin' up to make em feel like they be really slinin
They really hiding quit the lyin', nigga I don't buy it
They wanna kill me, come and try it, everybody dyin
Niggas ay my name up in them songs, I can't seem to find em
Nina fry em, shit get hot, so get up out the field
Slide to catch a kill, you niggas slidin' just to do a reel
Yo, brother sleep & you ain't spin, I wonder how he feel
For all the mines, I get him drilled, we do this shit for real
He in my phone, said drop a lo, but I ain't hard to find
You niggas tryna fonk in, Vanish Mode and barely be outside
And half you niggas wanted features, you ain't gotta lie
These out of bounds niggas say they 3z , but they ain't one of mines
I know them niggas wanna smoke me, I ain't worried about it
Bitch, I heard your brother in a box, I know you hurt about it
Ayy, you still ain't slidin' for that dead bitch
& free that nigga HUZZ a sharp shooter, get yo head hit
Do all that dissing, bitch, you shoulda took the safe route
They rap like it's beef, I bag em up like they takeout
Hit his face, a metal jacket, knock his brain out
It's strictly headshots, I'm tryna see what niggas think bout
Ayy, bitch it's forever East
1100 them my brothers succas know it's 3z
She give me chase, you gon' bag a type of towel, please
Like, why the f*ck you speakin' on my momma, he rock six rings
Ayy, and y'all, I'm talkin' bout the Jordan's
What I blow on this designer, could've went and bought a foreign
I've been waitin' suckas hidin' keep it real, they know who scorin
Post up catch him early mornin', nina barkin' chopper roarin
Ayy, said I ain't sympathize with suckas , f*ck who go against me
Run up on me, one up top, I got it hot & ready Confirming kills, we ain't attempting , cause that shit petty
Fern Gotti, spoke on one of mine & what that shit get em'
Head taps, leave his face in his lap
We get him sparked, about the smoke, if niggas sayin' that it's that
Been in they feelings since they brother hit a pack
So go and do your getting back before you dissin' in them raps, nigga
Writer: Isaac Rios
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid