Huh why y'all niggas always start shit
Huh why y'all niggas tryna start shit
Y'all be cappin' on the gram you ain't on shit huh huh
Nine-five-four
I told my homie we get blood up on the floor
That nigga probably playin' he get shot up at a store
Have these bullets they be flyin' puttin' holes in through the door
Like tell that nigga f*cking Reddy i was upping' up the score
Damn I forgot that nigga dead
Yeah we smokin' on that Reddy yeah we turned his ass to lead
Now we can sneak into their house they got shot up in they bed
He a suicidal nigga I ain't talkin' bout no Fred
I was runnin' round the street they was yellin' killer killer
I was f*ckin' on a pussy man that pussy kinda bitter
Like Peter piper picked a peck of motherf*ckin' pepper
I was dicking' down your bitch and she said i can f*ck her better
Like why y'all niggas chatting have my homeboy up the pole
They say I'm screamin' murder when I snatch that nigga's soul
Why Jacob keep on talkin' he like Dicks up in his hole
Like why this nigga keep on flagging' I can smoke him in the roll
Yeah I'm a rich nigga yeah they know it cost to talk
Catch a opp I'ma up the fire make a nigga walk
Bitch we deep in this hoe I might have to up the block
Bitch I'm all up on my cheese nigga talking he get chopped
Bitch I'm Mr Take-A-Flick f*ck around and take your bitch
I got 30 on my hand another 30 on my wrist
How I'm cookin' in this shit Stephen Curry in this bitch Yeah I'm gettin' all my money leave a hurry in this bitch
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Huh why y'all niggas always start shit
Huh why y'all niggas tryna start shit
Y'all be cappin' on the gram you ain't on shit huh huh
Nine-five-four
I told my homie we get blood up on the floor
That nigga probably playin' he get shot up at a store
Have these bullets they be flyin' puttin' holes in through the door
Like tell that nigga f*cking Reddy i was upping' up the score
Damn I forgot that nigga dead
Yeah we smokin' on that Reddy yeah we turned his ass to lead
Now we can sneak into their house they got shot up in they bed
He a suicidal nigga I ain't talkin' bout no Fred
I was runnin' round the street they was yellin' killer killer
I was f*ckin' on a pussy man that pussy kinda bitter
Like Peter piper picked a peck of motherf*ckin' pepper
I was dicking' down your bitch and she said i can f*ck her better
Like why y'all niggas chatting have my homeboy up the pole
They say I'm screamin' murder when I snatch that nigga's soul
Why Jacob keep on talkin' he like Dicks up in his hole
Like why this nigga keep on flagging' I can smoke him in the roll
Yeah I'm a rich nigga yeah they know it cost to talk
Catch a opp I'ma up the fire make a nigga walk
Bitch we deep in this hoe I might have to up the block
Bitch I'm all up on my cheese nigga talking he get chopped
Bitch I'm Mr Take-A-Flick f*ck around and take your bitch
I got 30 on my hand another 30 on my wrist
How I'm cookin' in this shit Stephen Curry in this bitch Yeah I'm gettin' all my money leave a hurry in this bitch
Huh why y'all niggas tryna start shit
Y'all be cappin' on the gram you ain't on shit huh huh
Nine-five-four
I told my homie we get blood up on the floor
That nigga probably playin' he get shot up at a store
Have these bullets they be flyin' puttin' holes in through the door
Like tell that nigga f*cking Reddy i was upping' up the score
Damn I forgot that nigga dead
Yeah we smokin' on that Reddy yeah we turned his ass to lead
Now we can sneak into their house they got shot up in they bed
He a suicidal nigga I ain't talkin' bout no Fred
I was runnin' round the street they was yellin' killer killer
I was f*ckin' on a pussy man that pussy kinda bitter
Like Peter piper picked a peck of motherf*ckin' pepper
I was dicking' down your bitch and she said i can f*ck her better
Like why y'all niggas chatting have my homeboy up the pole
They say I'm screamin' murder when I snatch that nigga's soul
Why Jacob keep on talkin' he like Dicks up in his hole
Like why this nigga keep on flagging' I can smoke him in the roll
Yeah I'm a rich nigga yeah they know it cost to talk
Catch a opp I'ma up the fire make a nigga walk
Bitch we deep in this hoe I might have to up the block
Bitch I'm all up on my cheese nigga talking he get chopped
Bitch I'm Mr Take-A-Flick f*ck around and take your bitch
I got 30 on my hand another 30 on my wrist
How I'm cookin' in this shit Stephen Curry in this bitch Yeah I'm gettin' all my money leave a hurry in this bitch
Writer: S B, J P
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