When I get the low, better know that I'm coming for you
I'm toting the b-lick I'm down for the bag
Put it on his head and we get it fast
It's a new op pack see me smoking on gas
Niggas on the net, talking that hot shit
So I know the f*ck nigga ain't last
F*ck it, I'm hopping out to get the bag
Call 9-1-1, he got shots in his back
My young niggas, we going dumb, retarded
Put a f*ck nigga up on the list, now he off it
It's hot as hell, cause I'm up in the closet if my nigga call me up
I'm shooting regardless
Two of my niggas, they already felons
Better watch how you talk, before we blow off your melon
I'm sipping on good drink, and I'm chilling
If a op in the store, imma shoot when he exit money on me, bitch, I walk with the lettuce
See a young nigga Florida made up in Texas
Hand me the Glock, bitch, I don't want your necklace
I shot up the block, his homeboy stressing
I see you got money, don't know why you flexing
I'm taking your shit, then flying out of Texas
My shooters on go, one call, they ready
I'm wiping his nose, I knew he was petty big gat, shit, splat
Run in your house, get a f*ck nigga wacked
Put a bag on his head, then I run up in Saks
I'm shooting that shot, grr-ahh step back
Heard they wanna come play, now I'm back in my mode
He way too soft, can't hold no weight
I was beating on shit, nigga, ask double K
And the feds be out, so I post in your place
In the rental, they looking, I'm crashing this bitch
Nigga say he got money, I'm taking it then
On the E-Way, nigga, I'm breaking the wind
Imma hang out the window and hit at your chin
Said he beat my ass, nigga, do it again
You never did it, cause you pussy like them
How you talk that big shit but never step?
Top-rank in this ho, bitch, I'm the best
When I get the low, know I'm coming for you
I'm toting the b-lick, I'm down for the bag
Put it on his head and we get it fast
It's a new op pack see me smoking on gas
Niggas on the net, talking that hot shit
So I know the f*ck nigga ain't last f*ck it, I'm hopping out to get the bag
Call 9-1-1, he got shots in his back (gang)
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When I get the low, better know that I'm coming for you
I'm toting the b-lick I'm down for the bag
Put it on his head and we get it fast
It's a new op pack see me smoking on gas
Niggas on the net, talking that hot shit
So I know the f*ck nigga ain't last
F*ck it, I'm hopping out to get the bag
Call 9-1-1, he got shots in his back
My young niggas, we going dumb, retarded
Put a f*ck nigga up on the list, now he off it
It's hot as hell, cause I'm up in the closet if my nigga call me up
I'm shooting regardless
Two of my niggas, they already felons
Better watch how you talk, before we blow off your melon
I'm sipping on good drink, and I'm chilling
If a op in the store, imma shoot when he exit money on me, bitch, I walk with the lettuce
See a young nigga Florida made up in Texas
Hand me the Glock, bitch, I don't want your necklace
I shot up the block, his homeboy stressing
I see you got money, don't know why you flexing
I'm taking your shit, then flying out of Texas
My shooters on go, one call, they ready
I'm wiping his nose, I knew he was petty big gat, shit, splat
Run in your house, get a f*ck nigga wacked
Put a bag on his head, then I run up in Saks
I'm shooting that shot, grr-ahh step back
Heard they wanna come play, now I'm back in my mode
He way too soft, can't hold no weight
I was beating on shit, nigga, ask double K
And the feds be out, so I post in your place
In the rental, they looking, I'm crashing this bitch
Nigga say he got money, I'm taking it then
On the E-Way, nigga, I'm breaking the wind
Imma hang out the window and hit at your chin
Said he beat my ass, nigga, do it again
You never did it, cause you pussy like them
How you talk that big shit but never step?
Top-rank in this ho, bitch, I'm the best
When I get the low, know I'm coming for you
I'm toting the b-lick, I'm down for the bag
Put it on his head and we get it fast
It's a new op pack see me smoking on gas
Niggas on the net, talking that hot shit
So I know the f*ck nigga ain't last f*ck it, I'm hopping out to get the bag
Call 9-1-1, he got shots in his back (gang)
I'm toting the b-lick I'm down for the bag
Put it on his head and we get it fast
It's a new op pack see me smoking on gas
Niggas on the net, talking that hot shit
So I know the f*ck nigga ain't last
F*ck it, I'm hopping out to get the bag
Call 9-1-1, he got shots in his back
My young niggas, we going dumb, retarded
Put a f*ck nigga up on the list, now he off it
It's hot as hell, cause I'm up in the closet if my nigga call me up
I'm shooting regardless
Two of my niggas, they already felons
Better watch how you talk, before we blow off your melon
I'm sipping on good drink, and I'm chilling
If a op in the store, imma shoot when he exit money on me, bitch, I walk with the lettuce
See a young nigga Florida made up in Texas
Hand me the Glock, bitch, I don't want your necklace
I shot up the block, his homeboy stressing
I see you got money, don't know why you flexing
I'm taking your shit, then flying out of Texas
My shooters on go, one call, they ready
I'm wiping his nose, I knew he was petty big gat, shit, splat
Run in your house, get a f*ck nigga wacked
Put a bag on his head, then I run up in Saks
I'm shooting that shot, grr-ahh step back
Heard they wanna come play, now I'm back in my mode
He way too soft, can't hold no weight
I was beating on shit, nigga, ask double K
And the feds be out, so I post in your place
In the rental, they looking, I'm crashing this bitch
Nigga say he got money, I'm taking it then
On the E-Way, nigga, I'm breaking the wind
Imma hang out the window and hit at your chin
Said he beat my ass, nigga, do it again
You never did it, cause you pussy like them
How you talk that big shit but never step?
Top-rank in this ho, bitch, I'm the best
When I get the low, know I'm coming for you
I'm toting the b-lick, I'm down for the bag
Put it on his head and we get it fast
It's a new op pack see me smoking on gas
Niggas on the net, talking that hot shit
So I know the f*ck nigga ain't last f*ck it, I'm hopping out to get the bag
Call 9-1-1, he got shots in his back (gang)
Writer: Kaylen Barlow
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid