Sitting up I'm thinking where it all went wrong
Can't explain how all the tables turn I put it in a song
Tryna stand up at the top beat on my chest just like King Kong
Get that work I bounce it back just like a f*cking ping pong
Yeah, we ain't up so we gon stay down
Two-two-three green tips in ARP no we don't play round
Drills start by walking by the end yeah he gon lay down
Feel like yesterday I fell in love just with that K sound
Where the love at
F*ck it where that dub at
She see that I'm shining now that bitch she tryna come back
I ain't Marshawn Lynch but grab that pack and I'm gon run back
Kicking down your door drac at your face like where them guns at
Deep in my heart
All I feel is pain
I smoke on exotic all the feelings they gon fade away
Moved around so many different fields I still don't know my place
Shawty wanna f*ck but I said nah I really want your face
Up, down, left, right, play that hoe just like a cheat code
Put my faith and all my trust in God cause only he know
Moving up the ranks I'm champion just call me Dsmoke
And no f*ck nigga can't f*ck with me cause I'm gon stay in beast mode
Bleeding red like hot Cheetos
Take your bitch I'm singing to her like I'm Tito
Glocky hit his feet, shuffle like he Dlow
And we was never vegan, y'all can get that free smoke
Yeah, I'm just here to tell my tale
All them niggas on the gram be pussy, they gon tuck they tail
The pain I felt, when I looked over my brother, and he was pale
I told his momma that I promise all them niggas gon meet hell, oh
Time to load the sticks, riding through the nighttime
Creeping through we doubled back it won't the right time
He took my brother, now we gotta take his life line
Lil Brodie itching for that kill I told him pipe down
Deep in my heart
We gon get him bitch
Tryna show lil brother this ain't it that be the realist shit
Look him in his eyes and don't think twice just when you up that blick
Ending his demise me and my guys yeah we gon finish him
They say twin hop in the car back to the trap
We completed our lil mission took lil buddy off the map
Sipping syrup make my body slow hop on the mic and rap
Most these niggas they ain't talking bout nothing all they speak is cap
Get him hit yeah that's a wrap
He won't solid, he a pussy nigga, he don't deserve dap
Niggas bitches they ain't spinning shit on your block running laps
And we don't talk to much because we know them folks gon tap
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Sitting up I'm thinking where it all went wrong
Can't explain how all the tables turn I put it in a song
Tryna stand up at the top beat on my chest just like King Kong
Get that work I bounce it back just like a f*cking ping pong
Yeah, we ain't up so we gon stay down
Two-two-three green tips in ARP no we don't play round
Drills start by walking by the end yeah he gon lay down
Feel like yesterday I fell in love just with that K sound
Where the love at
F*ck it where that dub at
She see that I'm shining now that bitch she tryna come back
I ain't Marshawn Lynch but grab that pack and I'm gon run back
Kicking down your door drac at your face like where them guns at
Deep in my heart
All I feel is pain
I smoke on exotic all the feelings they gon fade away
Moved around so many different fields I still don't know my place
Shawty wanna f*ck but I said nah I really want your face
Up, down, left, right, play that hoe just like a cheat code
Put my faith and all my trust in God cause only he know
Moving up the ranks I'm champion just call me Dsmoke
And no f*ck nigga can't f*ck with me cause I'm gon stay in beast mode
Bleeding red like hot Cheetos
Take your bitch I'm singing to her like I'm Tito
Glocky hit his feet, shuffle like he Dlow
And we was never vegan, y'all can get that free smoke
Yeah, I'm just here to tell my tale
All them niggas on the gram be pussy, they gon tuck they tail
The pain I felt, when I looked over my brother, and he was pale
I told his momma that I promise all them niggas gon meet hell, oh
Time to load the sticks, riding through the nighttime
Creeping through we doubled back it won't the right time
He took my brother, now we gotta take his life line
Lil Brodie itching for that kill I told him pipe down
Deep in my heart
We gon get him bitch
Tryna show lil brother this ain't it that be the realist shit
Look him in his eyes and don't think twice just when you up that blick
Ending his demise me and my guys yeah we gon finish him
They say twin hop in the car back to the trap
We completed our lil mission took lil buddy off the map
Sipping syrup make my body slow hop on the mic and rap
Most these niggas they ain't talking bout nothing all they speak is cap
Get him hit yeah that's a wrap
He won't solid, he a pussy nigga, he don't deserve dap
Niggas bitches they ain't spinning shit on your block running laps
And we don't talk to much because we know them folks gon tap
Can't explain how all the tables turn I put it in a song
Tryna stand up at the top beat on my chest just like King Kong
Get that work I bounce it back just like a f*cking ping pong
Yeah, we ain't up so we gon stay down
Two-two-three green tips in ARP no we don't play round
Drills start by walking by the end yeah he gon lay down
Feel like yesterday I fell in love just with that K sound
Where the love at
F*ck it where that dub at
She see that I'm shining now that bitch she tryna come back
I ain't Marshawn Lynch but grab that pack and I'm gon run back
Kicking down your door drac at your face like where them guns at
Deep in my heart
All I feel is pain
I smoke on exotic all the feelings they gon fade away
Moved around so many different fields I still don't know my place
Shawty wanna f*ck but I said nah I really want your face
Up, down, left, right, play that hoe just like a cheat code
Put my faith and all my trust in God cause only he know
Moving up the ranks I'm champion just call me Dsmoke
And no f*ck nigga can't f*ck with me cause I'm gon stay in beast mode
Bleeding red like hot Cheetos
Take your bitch I'm singing to her like I'm Tito
Glocky hit his feet, shuffle like he Dlow
And we was never vegan, y'all can get that free smoke
Yeah, I'm just here to tell my tale
All them niggas on the gram be pussy, they gon tuck they tail
The pain I felt, when I looked over my brother, and he was pale
I told his momma that I promise all them niggas gon meet hell, oh
Time to load the sticks, riding through the nighttime
Creeping through we doubled back it won't the right time
He took my brother, now we gotta take his life line
Lil Brodie itching for that kill I told him pipe down
Deep in my heart
We gon get him bitch
Tryna show lil brother this ain't it that be the realist shit
Look him in his eyes and don't think twice just when you up that blick
Ending his demise me and my guys yeah we gon finish him
They say twin hop in the car back to the trap
We completed our lil mission took lil buddy off the map
Sipping syrup make my body slow hop on the mic and rap
Most these niggas they ain't talking bout nothing all they speak is cap
Get him hit yeah that's a wrap
He won't solid, he a pussy nigga, he don't deserve dap
Niggas bitches they ain't spinning shit on your block running laps
And we don't talk to much because we know them folks gon tap
Writer: Izaiah Conway
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