You got the wrong number
We runnin up on stunters
We gon take him under
You know he's gon plunder
Jumped up out the whip when we ran into his bumper
Now we gotta get him cuz we woke him from his slumber
Makin no contact cuz we the head hunters
This glock got a kick just like it was a punter
Melting yo face cuz it's hot as the sauna
Sparks fall on yo shirt it burn up yo designer
Girl I'm just playin we all about commas
We just wanna live life like we the big tymers
All that candy in your nose fill your sinus
Get down on your knees praise me like the highness
Everything that I receive is the finest
You get the heavier shit I get lightest
I'm in Rome fighting a Roman emperor Titus
He's mad me and his Roman empress collided
You thinkin I'm more but I'm just a man
You better get out my f*ckin comments you Stan
I'm going so hard you know I bombard
You and your tracks, you know I spit facts
I'm going so crazy you niggas is lazy
I'm real to the bone you niggas not gravy
I'm good to the bad, I'm bad to the good
You better get out my face and get out my hood
Do what you should
You know I'm no good
Did what you could you knoccin on wood
Give you some horns you know I'm the bull
Using your bacc like a foot on a stool
Boi you ain't cold that's why I say you cool
You goin to school, do your work, eat your food
So you wanna talk shit cuz I ain't in the mood
If she talking to you then she fuccin the crew
Nigga tryna chop it up tomorrow out of sorrow
Heard he got keys of that white name is Carlos
Other blood niggas be calling him Barlos
Stopping the shipment we taking his cargo
Come after us and it's gonna get malo
Snatch up your henchmen like rounding up cattle
All of you soldiers you better skedaddle
You gettin a whoopin and I got the paddle
You not the boss not even the capo
Mess with the wrong niggas you can get clapped tho
I said that's the money and then he said yea bro
Spanish mamis wanna come touch my Afro
I tell these other niggas to call me jefe
But just to gain my trust they call me Felipe
They it won't work because I f*ck with Pepe, he go put in work then he go get some lunché
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You got the wrong number
We runnin up on stunters
We gon take him under
You know he's gon plunder
Jumped up out the whip when we ran into his bumper
Now we gotta get him cuz we woke him from his slumber
Makin no contact cuz we the head hunters
This glock got a kick just like it was a punter
Melting yo face cuz it's hot as the sauna
Sparks fall on yo shirt it burn up yo designer
Girl I'm just playin we all about commas
We just wanna live life like we the big tymers
All that candy in your nose fill your sinus
Get down on your knees praise me like the highness
Everything that I receive is the finest
You get the heavier shit I get lightest
I'm in Rome fighting a Roman emperor Titus
He's mad me and his Roman empress collided
You thinkin I'm more but I'm just a man
You better get out my f*ckin comments you Stan
I'm going so hard you know I bombard
You and your tracks, you know I spit facts
I'm going so crazy you niggas is lazy
I'm real to the bone you niggas not gravy
I'm good to the bad, I'm bad to the good
You better get out my face and get out my hood
Do what you should
You know I'm no good
Did what you could you knoccin on wood
Give you some horns you know I'm the bull
Using your bacc like a foot on a stool
Boi you ain't cold that's why I say you cool
You goin to school, do your work, eat your food
So you wanna talk shit cuz I ain't in the mood
If she talking to you then she fuccin the crew
Nigga tryna chop it up tomorrow out of sorrow
Heard he got keys of that white name is Carlos
Other blood niggas be calling him Barlos
Stopping the shipment we taking his cargo
Come after us and it's gonna get malo
Snatch up your henchmen like rounding up cattle
All of you soldiers you better skedaddle
You gettin a whoopin and I got the paddle
You not the boss not even the capo
Mess with the wrong niggas you can get clapped tho
I said that's the money and then he said yea bro
Spanish mamis wanna come touch my Afro
I tell these other niggas to call me jefe
But just to gain my trust they call me Felipe
They it won't work because I f*ck with Pepe, he go put in work then he go get some lunché
We runnin up on stunters
We gon take him under
You know he's gon plunder
Jumped up out the whip when we ran into his bumper
Now we gotta get him cuz we woke him from his slumber
Makin no contact cuz we the head hunters
This glock got a kick just like it was a punter
Melting yo face cuz it's hot as the sauna
Sparks fall on yo shirt it burn up yo designer
Girl I'm just playin we all about commas
We just wanna live life like we the big tymers
All that candy in your nose fill your sinus
Get down on your knees praise me like the highness
Everything that I receive is the finest
You get the heavier shit I get lightest
I'm in Rome fighting a Roman emperor Titus
He's mad me and his Roman empress collided
You thinkin I'm more but I'm just a man
You better get out my f*ckin comments you Stan
I'm going so hard you know I bombard
You and your tracks, you know I spit facts
I'm going so crazy you niggas is lazy
I'm real to the bone you niggas not gravy
I'm good to the bad, I'm bad to the good
You better get out my face and get out my hood
Do what you should
You know I'm no good
Did what you could you knoccin on wood
Give you some horns you know I'm the bull
Using your bacc like a foot on a stool
Boi you ain't cold that's why I say you cool
You goin to school, do your work, eat your food
So you wanna talk shit cuz I ain't in the mood
If she talking to you then she fuccin the crew
Nigga tryna chop it up tomorrow out of sorrow
Heard he got keys of that white name is Carlos
Other blood niggas be calling him Barlos
Stopping the shipment we taking his cargo
Come after us and it's gonna get malo
Snatch up your henchmen like rounding up cattle
All of you soldiers you better skedaddle
You gettin a whoopin and I got the paddle
You not the boss not even the capo
Mess with the wrong niggas you can get clapped tho
I said that's the money and then he said yea bro
Spanish mamis wanna come touch my Afro
I tell these other niggas to call me jefe
But just to gain my trust they call me Felipe
They it won't work because I f*ck with Pepe, he go put in work then he go get some lunché
Writer: Elias Hooker
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