Only God can make a deal with God
And Get Em To Swap Our Places
You better make that deal with God before it's too late
Because when we slide, nigga, ain't no time to pray
You on the internet talking, I ain't got time to play
Have My White Boy Pull your IP and find out where you lay
Doing 150 in the Kia
Ask A nigga if he want to race, Me an Ky Road
Running, driving back from state to state
Hold up my fiend, just call me
Said he need an eighth
Got to get out the jungle, tired of seeing the snakes
Clutchin on my knock, an on you
I bet I shoot
I don't even ball
I bet I'll catch this alley oop
So many of y'all don't gang bang
Y'all used to hoop
Now you think you're cool till you end up on the f*cking news
We killing everybody
Can't risk a witness
B-O-A Fifth-Third
Now we talking business
Will so cold that it did it with the swiftness
Coming down your chimney like we Santa Merry Christmas
Snakes in the grass, but I promise I won't fold
All my brothers with me, nigga
They Gone Ride Fasho
It's three to one, nigga
And we finna up it more
F*ck the other side, cause them niggas is some hoes
Mama taught me manners
Daddy taught me keep a pole
Gotta run up blues till the safe can't close
Gotta keep a heat, cause in the city it get cold
Talking out your neck, you get whacked just like a mole
Wake up in the morning smoking dead, niggas
It's a wake and bake
Hollow tips to his body make his stomach ache
I don't know a nigga named Josh, but I keep a Drake
Off a perc, driving to the bay
Think I need a break
Red dot to your nose, call em Rudolph
Keep talking out your neck
Knock Yo f*cking screws off
I'm not aiming at just one
Knock the f*cking crew off
Then I'm out of town
Told auntie pack the UHaul
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Only God can make a deal with God
And Get Em To Swap Our Places
You better make that deal with God before it's too late
Because when we slide, nigga, ain't no time to pray
You on the internet talking, I ain't got time to play
Have My White Boy Pull your IP and find out where you lay
Doing 150 in the Kia
Ask A nigga if he want to race, Me an Ky Road
Running, driving back from state to state
Hold up my fiend, just call me
Said he need an eighth
Got to get out the jungle, tired of seeing the snakes
Clutchin on my knock, an on you
I bet I shoot
I don't even ball
I bet I'll catch this alley oop
So many of y'all don't gang bang
Y'all used to hoop
Now you think you're cool till you end up on the f*cking news
We killing everybody
Can't risk a witness
B-O-A Fifth-Third
Now we talking business
Will so cold that it did it with the swiftness
Coming down your chimney like we Santa Merry Christmas
Snakes in the grass, but I promise I won't fold
All my brothers with me, nigga
They Gone Ride Fasho
It's three to one, nigga
And we finna up it more
F*ck the other side, cause them niggas is some hoes
Mama taught me manners
Daddy taught me keep a pole
Gotta run up blues till the safe can't close
Gotta keep a heat, cause in the city it get cold
Talking out your neck, you get whacked just like a mole
Wake up in the morning smoking dead, niggas
It's a wake and bake
Hollow tips to his body make his stomach ache
I don't know a nigga named Josh, but I keep a Drake
Off a perc, driving to the bay
Think I need a break
Red dot to your nose, call em Rudolph
Keep talking out your neck
Knock Yo f*cking screws off
I'm not aiming at just one
Knock the f*cking crew off
Then I'm out of town
Told auntie pack the UHaul
And Get Em To Swap Our Places
You better make that deal with God before it's too late
Because when we slide, nigga, ain't no time to pray
You on the internet talking, I ain't got time to play
Have My White Boy Pull your IP and find out where you lay
Doing 150 in the Kia
Ask A nigga if he want to race, Me an Ky Road
Running, driving back from state to state
Hold up my fiend, just call me
Said he need an eighth
Got to get out the jungle, tired of seeing the snakes
Clutchin on my knock, an on you
I bet I shoot
I don't even ball
I bet I'll catch this alley oop
So many of y'all don't gang bang
Y'all used to hoop
Now you think you're cool till you end up on the f*cking news
We killing everybody
Can't risk a witness
B-O-A Fifth-Third
Now we talking business
Will so cold that it did it with the swiftness
Coming down your chimney like we Santa Merry Christmas
Snakes in the grass, but I promise I won't fold
All my brothers with me, nigga
They Gone Ride Fasho
It's three to one, nigga
And we finna up it more
F*ck the other side, cause them niggas is some hoes
Mama taught me manners
Daddy taught me keep a pole
Gotta run up blues till the safe can't close
Gotta keep a heat, cause in the city it get cold
Talking out your neck, you get whacked just like a mole
Wake up in the morning smoking dead, niggas
It's a wake and bake
Hollow tips to his body make his stomach ache
I don't know a nigga named Josh, but I keep a Drake
Off a perc, driving to the bay
Think I need a break
Red dot to your nose, call em Rudolph
Keep talking out your neck
Knock Yo f*cking screws off
I'm not aiming at just one
Knock the f*cking crew off
Then I'm out of town
Told auntie pack the UHaul
Writer: Marcus Peacock
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