Self-introduction
Why these niggas dissin down they wanna talk on my accomplishments Why they talkin' on the net, when I Know they know we stomped the bitch
Damn, I spent a hundred on my fam, why you talkin' on the net? Why you posted on the gram
How the f*ck I get backdoored and you, was claimin' you my manz Never bite the hand that feeds, so I smack Em with this hand
Damn, and that's some shit I reprimand Niggas talkin' on the net, niggas sayin' he the man
Damn, 45 up in this wood, niggas talkin' on the net He get capped up in his hood, glock 30 with a beam
Don't get it misunderstood, ayy
Mike Tyson in this shit, all my niggas go ten rounds Ten niggas deep, make sure your niggas ten down
Clipped him with the .40, now your hood screamin' man down Runnin' down your block, caught that nigga with His pants down
In the trap all day, think it's time to make a band now
I was down, bad on my ass, I wasn't askin' for no handout In the store, my nigga Cam got a bag, and we ran out
Got me feelin' like the man, all these other niggas fanned out If he keep on talkin' shit, all y'all homies can get Blamed out
Chopped a nigga for a pro club, then we shot his van down Many men up on his head, lil' nigga you better get Down
Ran up on that boy, no pole, nigga bent down and this bitch cut a case, I bust the windows out her trap house
Why the f*ck you talkin' shit, look at you, don't got a house now Bust the windows out your shit, too bad you Took the cop route
Would've took your side, but you done fagged and put the drop out I ain't playin' games, reload the clip, it's time To pop out
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Self-introduction
Why these niggas dissin down they wanna talk on my accomplishments Why they talkin' on the net, when I Know they know we stomped the bitch
Damn, I spent a hundred on my fam, why you talkin' on the net? Why you posted on the gram
How the f*ck I get backdoored and you, was claimin' you my manz Never bite the hand that feeds, so I smack Em with this hand
Damn, and that's some shit I reprimand Niggas talkin' on the net, niggas sayin' he the man
Damn, 45 up in this wood, niggas talkin' on the net He get capped up in his hood, glock 30 with a beam
Don't get it misunderstood, ayy
Mike Tyson in this shit, all my niggas go ten rounds Ten niggas deep, make sure your niggas ten down
Clipped him with the .40, now your hood screamin' man down Runnin' down your block, caught that nigga with His pants down
In the trap all day, think it's time to make a band now
I was down, bad on my ass, I wasn't askin' for no handout In the store, my nigga Cam got a bag, and we ran out
Got me feelin' like the man, all these other niggas fanned out If he keep on talkin' shit, all y'all homies can get Blamed out
Chopped a nigga for a pro club, then we shot his van down Many men up on his head, lil' nigga you better get Down
Ran up on that boy, no pole, nigga bent down and this bitch cut a case, I bust the windows out her trap house
Why the f*ck you talkin' shit, look at you, don't got a house now Bust the windows out your shit, too bad you Took the cop route
Would've took your side, but you done fagged and put the drop out I ain't playin' games, reload the clip, it's time To pop out
Why these niggas dissin down they wanna talk on my accomplishments Why they talkin' on the net, when I Know they know we stomped the bitch
Damn, I spent a hundred on my fam, why you talkin' on the net? Why you posted on the gram
How the f*ck I get backdoored and you, was claimin' you my manz Never bite the hand that feeds, so I smack Em with this hand
Damn, and that's some shit I reprimand Niggas talkin' on the net, niggas sayin' he the man
Damn, 45 up in this wood, niggas talkin' on the net He get capped up in his hood, glock 30 with a beam
Don't get it misunderstood, ayy
Mike Tyson in this shit, all my niggas go ten rounds Ten niggas deep, make sure your niggas ten down
Clipped him with the .40, now your hood screamin' man down Runnin' down your block, caught that nigga with His pants down
In the trap all day, think it's time to make a band now
I was down, bad on my ass, I wasn't askin' for no handout In the store, my nigga Cam got a bag, and we ran out
Got me feelin' like the man, all these other niggas fanned out If he keep on talkin' shit, all y'all homies can get Blamed out
Chopped a nigga for a pro club, then we shot his van down Many men up on his head, lil' nigga you better get Down
Ran up on that boy, no pole, nigga bent down and this bitch cut a case, I bust the windows out her trap house
Why the f*ck you talkin' shit, look at you, don't got a house now Bust the windows out your shit, too bad you Took the cop route
Would've took your side, but you done fagged and put the drop out I ain't playin' games, reload the clip, it's time To pop out
Writer: jazzlyn bailey
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