And also from the former little baby and her
Moooooooob
Gan gan
Uh huh
Bunny eyed nigga
Cracking hard as hell in the cellar 35
I got last nigga that stocked MOB
Swear that he died
But we didn't know, you a bitch for real
Boy you do nine solid
The opps get drunk, say they gone be in war
They so fried
But I know how to make it double
If its Twig or MOB
Aint no question you in trouble
Boy I crack your damn head like a chip just like a rose
I got this big ass Glock on me
I aint tryna touch shit if I see a narc
I'm stashing off
Baby check them pennies on that ass back for me
Baby Twig gon' knock his granny off
We know that you been soft
You on the track I bet it get hard
If we cannot find a opp ass nigga bet he get bored
I'm tryna check his whip cause on my soul you gon' get lost
This bitch make my head hurt
Turd her ass to get off
I'm a real drug dealer
I be out here selling ends
The zine in my cup
Dumbass I be sippin' liquor
I got some red in my eye but I'm drinkin' on that green
Boy you smoke on anything real like boy you a fiend
If my eyes get bad bet I hit em with that B
That baby girl can't come around if she ain't doing the whole team
And you taking some from me boy you done you in a dream
Boy I'll pop your ass in public if you try to make a scene
Put no niggas on my hip man this bitch like the scene
After finals every year I'm tryna get another ring
I'm tryna dunk on that squad boy you feelin' like a ring
Boy you know your ass a mouse you can't come around the team
You give off narc vibes
All my opps is not alive
So that's why I'm on the way
I'll probably be there at like 5
I'm gonna get you down the slide
Grab your gun it's time to ride
Come on I'm pissed off as a bitch
Couple of Stefan in the sky
Can't take shit from you man it's something about my pride
You wanna see a real demon
Nigga look me in my eye
Made a ten ball today
All my niggas that shit slight
Boy I am not no damn boxer
Use the Glock it like the fight
Talk about no damn Kimbo
If you up you might get sliced
Baby girl a bad bitch
Hell yeah you my type man
I got a jug of Oklahoma boy
I might just take a flight
I'm on the way
Damn
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And also from the former little baby and her
Moooooooob
Gan gan
Uh huh
Bunny eyed nigga
Cracking hard as hell in the cellar 35
I got last nigga that stocked MOB
Swear that he died
But we didn't know, you a bitch for real
Boy you do nine solid
The opps get drunk, say they gone be in war
They so fried
But I know how to make it double
If its Twig or MOB
Aint no question you in trouble
Boy I crack your damn head like a chip just like a rose
I got this big ass Glock on me
I aint tryna touch shit if I see a narc
I'm stashing off
Baby check them pennies on that ass back for me
Baby Twig gon' knock his granny off
We know that you been soft
You on the track I bet it get hard
If we cannot find a opp ass nigga bet he get bored
I'm tryna check his whip cause on my soul you gon' get lost
This bitch make my head hurt
Turd her ass to get off
I'm a real drug dealer
I be out here selling ends
The zine in my cup
Dumbass I be sippin' liquor
I got some red in my eye but I'm drinkin' on that green
Boy you smoke on anything real like boy you a fiend
If my eyes get bad bet I hit em with that B
That baby girl can't come around if she ain't doing the whole team
And you taking some from me boy you done you in a dream
Boy I'll pop your ass in public if you try to make a scene
Put no niggas on my hip man this bitch like the scene
After finals every year I'm tryna get another ring
I'm tryna dunk on that squad boy you feelin' like a ring
Boy you know your ass a mouse you can't come around the team
You give off narc vibes
All my opps is not alive
So that's why I'm on the way
I'll probably be there at like 5
I'm gonna get you down the slide
Grab your gun it's time to ride
Come on I'm pissed off as a bitch
Couple of Stefan in the sky
Can't take shit from you man it's something about my pride
You wanna see a real demon
Nigga look me in my eye
Made a ten ball today
All my niggas that shit slight
Boy I am not no damn boxer
Use the Glock it like the fight
Talk about no damn Kimbo
If you up you might get sliced
Baby girl a bad bitch
Hell yeah you my type man
I got a jug of Oklahoma boy
I might just take a flight
I'm on the way
Damn
Moooooooob
Gan gan
Uh huh
Bunny eyed nigga
Cracking hard as hell in the cellar 35
I got last nigga that stocked MOB
Swear that he died
But we didn't know, you a bitch for real
Boy you do nine solid
The opps get drunk, say they gone be in war
They so fried
But I know how to make it double
If its Twig or MOB
Aint no question you in trouble
Boy I crack your damn head like a chip just like a rose
I got this big ass Glock on me
I aint tryna touch shit if I see a narc
I'm stashing off
Baby check them pennies on that ass back for me
Baby Twig gon' knock his granny off
We know that you been soft
You on the track I bet it get hard
If we cannot find a opp ass nigga bet he get bored
I'm tryna check his whip cause on my soul you gon' get lost
This bitch make my head hurt
Turd her ass to get off
I'm a real drug dealer
I be out here selling ends
The zine in my cup
Dumbass I be sippin' liquor
I got some red in my eye but I'm drinkin' on that green
Boy you smoke on anything real like boy you a fiend
If my eyes get bad bet I hit em with that B
That baby girl can't come around if she ain't doing the whole team
And you taking some from me boy you done you in a dream
Boy I'll pop your ass in public if you try to make a scene
Put no niggas on my hip man this bitch like the scene
After finals every year I'm tryna get another ring
I'm tryna dunk on that squad boy you feelin' like a ring
Boy you know your ass a mouse you can't come around the team
You give off narc vibes
All my opps is not alive
So that's why I'm on the way
I'll probably be there at like 5
I'm gonna get you down the slide
Grab your gun it's time to ride
Come on I'm pissed off as a bitch
Couple of Stefan in the sky
Can't take shit from you man it's something about my pride
You wanna see a real demon
Nigga look me in my eye
Made a ten ball today
All my niggas that shit slight
Boy I am not no damn boxer
Use the Glock it like the fight
Talk about no damn Kimbo
If you up you might get sliced
Baby girl a bad bitch
Hell yeah you my type man
I got a jug of Oklahoma boy
I might just take a flight
I'm on the way
Damn
Writer: T Morris
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