MariBxndz Nigga,
Yea btc ima mother f*ckin problem
Glock hittin any thing this btc running outta options
Tell the opps hail (Mary) we can really get shit (Poppin)
Like a ninja turtle bullets they gon stay shell shocking
Empty out the whole clip every shell f*ckin droppin
Young nigga w some money like tune steady mobbin
Ima product of the block pockets steady stay throbbin
I was bad as f*ck as a kid but never was a problem
Never was a problem child that 2 2 ain't hot shit, that shit feelin kinda mild
Lil ass gun boy that shit a toy like a clown
Move thru a zip in 2 days I be movin by the pound
Silencer on the Glock go (Shhhh) don't make a sound
In high school f*ckin niggas up btc im league bound
Get out that water you a duck boy yo ass finna drown
Btc you not the first option call yo ass the rebound
Nigga not f*ckin (Goof) for the pussy he a hound
This Nigga feinin Glock put his ass to sleep damn left his ass dreaming
Pour a 4 up in a pineapple damn done left me leanin
Blue laser this btc bright like the sun this btc beamin
Always got a plan all my niggas know Im steady scheming
Put yo btc on the flo had her in the bed in Screaming
Matter fact take out S had her in the bed (Shhhhhh)
Damn Can't say too much
Drak hit ass na he sleep ain't no wakin up
Had to end his life like boy why would you play w us
Sent him to the heavens we done turnt his ass into angel dust
Palm angels hoodies for the fall on some light thrust
You need a new pole why the f*ck I keep seeing rust
My hoes bad as hell I can only hit a 10 plus
The way I switch whips you woulda thought I f*cked the benz up
Put em on a T make that youngin hood famous
Put my foot to his face kickin shit like I'm sheamus
Thot said she f*cked the whole gang btc don't claim us
I'll drop his a quiet yea sound like leaves fallin
He big but you won't hear him timber something like some tree fallin
My nigga ej hit my phone 3 4 like the Greek callin
Tuck hit my phone goddamn all the freaks callin
Momma told me chase my dreams f*ck it ima keep ballin
I'll ball anywhere f*ck it treat me like spalding
Hit em with this hot shit yea btc this heat scalding
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MariBxndz Nigga,
Yea btc ima mother f*ckin problem
Glock hittin any thing this btc running outta options
Tell the opps hail (Mary) we can really get shit (Poppin)
Like a ninja turtle bullets they gon stay shell shocking
Empty out the whole clip every shell f*ckin droppin
Young nigga w some money like tune steady mobbin
Ima product of the block pockets steady stay throbbin
I was bad as f*ck as a kid but never was a problem
Never was a problem child that 2 2 ain't hot shit, that shit feelin kinda mild
Lil ass gun boy that shit a toy like a clown
Move thru a zip in 2 days I be movin by the pound
Silencer on the Glock go (Shhhh) don't make a sound
In high school f*ckin niggas up btc im league bound
Get out that water you a duck boy yo ass finna drown
Btc you not the first option call yo ass the rebound
Nigga not f*ckin (Goof) for the pussy he a hound
This Nigga feinin Glock put his ass to sleep damn left his ass dreaming
Pour a 4 up in a pineapple damn done left me leanin
Blue laser this btc bright like the sun this btc beamin
Always got a plan all my niggas know Im steady scheming
Put yo btc on the flo had her in the bed in Screaming
Matter fact take out S had her in the bed (Shhhhhh)
Damn Can't say too much
Drak hit ass na he sleep ain't no wakin up
Had to end his life like boy why would you play w us
Sent him to the heavens we done turnt his ass into angel dust
Palm angels hoodies for the fall on some light thrust
You need a new pole why the f*ck I keep seeing rust
My hoes bad as hell I can only hit a 10 plus
The way I switch whips you woulda thought I f*cked the benz up
Put em on a T make that youngin hood famous
Put my foot to his face kickin shit like I'm sheamus
Thot said she f*cked the whole gang btc don't claim us
I'll drop his a quiet yea sound like leaves fallin
He big but you won't hear him timber something like some tree fallin
My nigga ej hit my phone 3 4 like the Greek callin
Tuck hit my phone goddamn all the freaks callin
Momma told me chase my dreams f*ck it ima keep ballin
I'll ball anywhere f*ck it treat me like spalding
Hit em with this hot shit yea btc this heat scalding
Yea btc ima mother f*ckin problem
Glock hittin any thing this btc running outta options
Tell the opps hail (Mary) we can really get shit (Poppin)
Like a ninja turtle bullets they gon stay shell shocking
Empty out the whole clip every shell f*ckin droppin
Young nigga w some money like tune steady mobbin
Ima product of the block pockets steady stay throbbin
I was bad as f*ck as a kid but never was a problem
Never was a problem child that 2 2 ain't hot shit, that shit feelin kinda mild
Lil ass gun boy that shit a toy like a clown
Move thru a zip in 2 days I be movin by the pound
Silencer on the Glock go (Shhhh) don't make a sound
In high school f*ckin niggas up btc im league bound
Get out that water you a duck boy yo ass finna drown
Btc you not the first option call yo ass the rebound
Nigga not f*ckin (Goof) for the pussy he a hound
This Nigga feinin Glock put his ass to sleep damn left his ass dreaming
Pour a 4 up in a pineapple damn done left me leanin
Blue laser this btc bright like the sun this btc beamin
Always got a plan all my niggas know Im steady scheming
Put yo btc on the flo had her in the bed in Screaming
Matter fact take out S had her in the bed (Shhhhhh)
Damn Can't say too much
Drak hit ass na he sleep ain't no wakin up
Had to end his life like boy why would you play w us
Sent him to the heavens we done turnt his ass into angel dust
Palm angels hoodies for the fall on some light thrust
You need a new pole why the f*ck I keep seeing rust
My hoes bad as hell I can only hit a 10 plus
The way I switch whips you woulda thought I f*cked the benz up
Put em on a T make that youngin hood famous
Put my foot to his face kickin shit like I'm sheamus
Thot said she f*cked the whole gang btc don't claim us
I'll drop his a quiet yea sound like leaves fallin
He big but you won't hear him timber something like some tree fallin
My nigga ej hit my phone 3 4 like the Greek callin
Tuck hit my phone goddamn all the freaks callin
Momma told me chase my dreams f*ck it ima keep ballin
I'll ball anywhere f*ck it treat me like spalding
Hit em with this hot shit yea btc this heat scalding
Writer: Mari Bxndz
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC