Lay em down
Boy I put em to bed
F*ck a body shot
Boy we shoot at ya head
Toat them f*ckin glizzies
Theyll leave you dead
Cant f*ck with these niggas
Cause these niggas fed
Im on top
I been ballin
Pass me the rock
The way you talkin
Itll get you shot
My killas shoot
I sit back and plot
They gonna hate
When you get rich
Thats why i keep a stick
Yea i shoot and wont miss
Yea you shoot and brick
Blowin this gas youll choke
These bitches do the most
Drop my first mixtape
This deserves a toast
Use to take ls
Started winning
Check the score
Who want the smoke
Pull up well blow
Iced out my neck and my wrist
Im so cold
Riding foreign cars
While yo shit gettin toed
Tell yo bitch quit hittin my phone
Blowin me up just leave me alone
Gave up writting this straight off the dome
Bought a new patek
That bitch two tone
She say yung zee why you act like this
I say these hoes aint worth wifin
The hoes trifling
I aint pipin
Swiper the swipa the way they swipin
Came in the game
Let me take whats mine
This niggas slick
Tryna steal my rhymes
Boss in this bitch
But it took sometime
Off the gas
Yk i be flyin
Talkin out the side of his neck
Then he dyin
See somethin i like
Yk that im buyin
Kickin her out
Now she cryin
I dont even want her
But she claim she mine
This is a hobby
He mad cause his main bitch is my side piece
You say you gone take it
Please come try me
I come peace but they dont like me
Lay em down
Boy I put em to bed
F*ck a body shot
Boy we shoot at ya head
Toat them f*ckin glizzies
Theyll leave you dead
Cant f*ck with these niggas
Cause these niggas fed
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Lay em down
Boy I put em to bed
F*ck a body shot
Boy we shoot at ya head
Toat them f*ckin glizzies
Theyll leave you dead
Cant f*ck with these niggas
Cause these niggas fed
Im on top
I been ballin
Pass me the rock
The way you talkin
Itll get you shot
My killas shoot
I sit back and plot
They gonna hate
When you get rich
Thats why i keep a stick
Yea i shoot and wont miss
Yea you shoot and brick
Blowin this gas youll choke
These bitches do the most
Drop my first mixtape
This deserves a toast
Use to take ls
Started winning
Check the score
Who want the smoke
Pull up well blow
Iced out my neck and my wrist
Im so cold
Riding foreign cars
While yo shit gettin toed
Tell yo bitch quit hittin my phone
Blowin me up just leave me alone
Gave up writting this straight off the dome
Bought a new patek
That bitch two tone
She say yung zee why you act like this
I say these hoes aint worth wifin
The hoes trifling
I aint pipin
Swiper the swipa the way they swipin
Came in the game
Let me take whats mine
This niggas slick
Tryna steal my rhymes
Boss in this bitch
But it took sometime
Off the gas
Yk i be flyin
Talkin out the side of his neck
Then he dyin
See somethin i like
Yk that im buyin
Kickin her out
Now she cryin
I dont even want her
But she claim she mine
This is a hobby
He mad cause his main bitch is my side piece
You say you gone take it
Please come try me
I come peace but they dont like me
Lay em down
Boy I put em to bed
F*ck a body shot
Boy we shoot at ya head
Toat them f*ckin glizzies
Theyll leave you dead
Cant f*ck with these niggas
Cause these niggas fed
Boy I put em to bed
F*ck a body shot
Boy we shoot at ya head
Toat them f*ckin glizzies
Theyll leave you dead
Cant f*ck with these niggas
Cause these niggas fed
Im on top
I been ballin
Pass me the rock
The way you talkin
Itll get you shot
My killas shoot
I sit back and plot
They gonna hate
When you get rich
Thats why i keep a stick
Yea i shoot and wont miss
Yea you shoot and brick
Blowin this gas youll choke
These bitches do the most
Drop my first mixtape
This deserves a toast
Use to take ls
Started winning
Check the score
Who want the smoke
Pull up well blow
Iced out my neck and my wrist
Im so cold
Riding foreign cars
While yo shit gettin toed
Tell yo bitch quit hittin my phone
Blowin me up just leave me alone
Gave up writting this straight off the dome
Bought a new patek
That bitch two tone
She say yung zee why you act like this
I say these hoes aint worth wifin
The hoes trifling
I aint pipin
Swiper the swipa the way they swipin
Came in the game
Let me take whats mine
This niggas slick
Tryna steal my rhymes
Boss in this bitch
But it took sometime
Off the gas
Yk i be flyin
Talkin out the side of his neck
Then he dyin
See somethin i like
Yk that im buyin
Kickin her out
Now she cryin
I dont even want her
But she claim she mine
This is a hobby
He mad cause his main bitch is my side piece
You say you gone take it
Please come try me
I come peace but they dont like me
Lay em down
Boy I put em to bed
F*ck a body shot
Boy we shoot at ya head
Toat them f*ckin glizzies
Theyll leave you dead
Cant f*ck with these niggas
Cause these niggas fed
Writer: Zane Slack II
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