Bitch im 1000 times to hard on niggas
Yea I got shot but dont call me a victim
Aye sunni remember that lil trap spot was clickin
F*ck a opp thot make her go tell her nigga
He play wit gang we sent him up he delivered
50 round drum beat the shit til its empty
He pillow talkin he goin snitch wats the difference
They never liked me but im all in they mentions
Who got beats im killin all instrumentals
I'm in the streets nd i got all the credentils
I'm sellin weed nd makin plays wit a pistol
He mad his bitch keep leaving hearts on my pictures
I'm on my grind nd i been juugin for days
Billy Kimber got me stuck in a daze
When you hear kill you better get out the way
She wan eat dick i put it right on a tray
On my worst behavior feel like im drake
He killed a rat and then he turned to a snake
Free MM he gettin sent state to state
When he free thas when my dog goin b straight
Trap scams not alot could relate
I f*ck wit KO
I can tell the love fake
You f*ck wit KO
Name song on my tape
Only one it aint no rush i can wait
You her em saying i cant rap he jus hatin
I rock the beat and im too hard wit my cadence
These nigga putt my gang got stripes like a asic
I popped a perc now i think im the matrix
Broken leg ad some cruthes
Im fakin
Plottin on em
When they cool ima bake em
Make a nigga snatch your daughter like taken
I'm really wit the shits you stay constipated
Rip stick on them niggas we skatin
Pistol whip a nigga bitch where the paper
Think i'll ever switch on gang then you crazy
Alot of ganja in my sheets like jamacians
4 fif my big baby glen davis
Niggas snitching nd they still catchin cases
Thas ur man you know his name on some papers
You shook the hand he used to write up the statement
Been off the porch since we was hoopin on crates lit
All jumpers aint no dunkin you'll break it
Young nigga makin plays on the a6
Stay wit gang cuz i cant hang wit no fake bitch
Hollows hit em shake em up like a quake hit
Real nigga i am not one to play wit
Sneak diss but in person wont say shit
Shots below the chin now he got a facelift
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Bitch im 1000 times to hard on niggas
Yea I got shot but dont call me a victim
Aye sunni remember that lil trap spot was clickin
F*ck a opp thot make her go tell her nigga
He play wit gang we sent him up he delivered
50 round drum beat the shit til its empty
He pillow talkin he goin snitch wats the difference
They never liked me but im all in they mentions
Who got beats im killin all instrumentals
I'm in the streets nd i got all the credentils
I'm sellin weed nd makin plays wit a pistol
He mad his bitch keep leaving hearts on my pictures
I'm on my grind nd i been juugin for days
Billy Kimber got me stuck in a daze
When you hear kill you better get out the way
She wan eat dick i put it right on a tray
On my worst behavior feel like im drake
He killed a rat and then he turned to a snake
Free MM he gettin sent state to state
When he free thas when my dog goin b straight
Trap scams not alot could relate
I f*ck wit KO
I can tell the love fake
You f*ck wit KO
Name song on my tape
Only one it aint no rush i can wait
You her em saying i cant rap he jus hatin
I rock the beat and im too hard wit my cadence
These nigga putt my gang got stripes like a asic
I popped a perc now i think im the matrix
Broken leg ad some cruthes
Im fakin
Plottin on em
When they cool ima bake em
Make a nigga snatch your daughter like taken
I'm really wit the shits you stay constipated
Rip stick on them niggas we skatin
Pistol whip a nigga bitch where the paper
Think i'll ever switch on gang then you crazy
Alot of ganja in my sheets like jamacians
4 fif my big baby glen davis
Niggas snitching nd they still catchin cases
Thas ur man you know his name on some papers
You shook the hand he used to write up the statement
Been off the porch since we was hoopin on crates lit
All jumpers aint no dunkin you'll break it
Young nigga makin plays on the a6
Stay wit gang cuz i cant hang wit no fake bitch
Hollows hit em shake em up like a quake hit
Real nigga i am not one to play wit
Sneak diss but in person wont say shit
Shots below the chin now he got a facelift
Yea I got shot but dont call me a victim
Aye sunni remember that lil trap spot was clickin
F*ck a opp thot make her go tell her nigga
He play wit gang we sent him up he delivered
50 round drum beat the shit til its empty
He pillow talkin he goin snitch wats the difference
They never liked me but im all in they mentions
Who got beats im killin all instrumentals
I'm in the streets nd i got all the credentils
I'm sellin weed nd makin plays wit a pistol
He mad his bitch keep leaving hearts on my pictures
I'm on my grind nd i been juugin for days
Billy Kimber got me stuck in a daze
When you hear kill you better get out the way
She wan eat dick i put it right on a tray
On my worst behavior feel like im drake
He killed a rat and then he turned to a snake
Free MM he gettin sent state to state
When he free thas when my dog goin b straight
Trap scams not alot could relate
I f*ck wit KO
I can tell the love fake
You f*ck wit KO
Name song on my tape
Only one it aint no rush i can wait
You her em saying i cant rap he jus hatin
I rock the beat and im too hard wit my cadence
These nigga putt my gang got stripes like a asic
I popped a perc now i think im the matrix
Broken leg ad some cruthes
Im fakin
Plottin on em
When they cool ima bake em
Make a nigga snatch your daughter like taken
I'm really wit the shits you stay constipated
Rip stick on them niggas we skatin
Pistol whip a nigga bitch where the paper
Think i'll ever switch on gang then you crazy
Alot of ganja in my sheets like jamacians
4 fif my big baby glen davis
Niggas snitching nd they still catchin cases
Thas ur man you know his name on some papers
You shook the hand he used to write up the statement
Been off the porch since we was hoopin on crates lit
All jumpers aint no dunkin you'll break it
Young nigga makin plays on the a6
Stay wit gang cuz i cant hang wit no fake bitch
Hollows hit em shake em up like a quake hit
Real nigga i am not one to play wit
Sneak diss but in person wont say shit
Shots below the chin now he got a facelift
Writer: Kesean Gibbons
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