Gun, M.O.B. shit, ESTM
C'mon
Cheap weak ass nigga, what's good Swire
Bone slappin' what you need while I'm in the acute
And I have to hit the booth nigga just to start cappin
When I'm down, when I'm down I'll be trippin' cause I'm gon' fap
I'm surrounded by some killers, if they try they gon' attack
What you need
Bro, I just got a fire love
How the f*ck you claim you can actually hit the room and then you talk
Nigga, if I up my stick, guaranteed I'm gon' blow
To the crazy, hit his body, make his dumb ass hit the floor
Hold on, wait
Bitch, don't act like you don't know
I wanna kill him with a lil' chip, but I'm bouncin' all up
I don't know why you turnin' on high, where you think you finna go
Bet I catch him in the winter, I'ma leave him in the snow
If they ever question me, then I'ma act like I ain't know
ARP in the back, they flick them lights, then we gon' go
Extra flow, yeah, for sure
All that thuggy, he a ho
You treat that bitch like a don
All the time, that bitch my ho
All the time, I don't need it, you can get that bitch back
I'm in the trap, breakin' grams while the bitch on my lap
I just sit back and relax
Fireballs, I'm attackin
I can't take my dog nowhere, cause he always wanna hide
Real life, you niggas wack
Fire jeans in the sack
Got the love gone so quick, so we gotta double back
I just left the plug, don't hate
Try to short me, he gon' get bucked
60, keep it real, they tryna click
I'm high as hell, just smoke the wood
Runnin' around in a Benz truck
Why you talkin' bout that ho
I could've been f*cked
If I'm in your damn function, then the blick took
You better not mug me in this bitch, you gon' get sent to
Man, I'm a pick, but I still keep my gang around
Man, I ain't throwin' no damn hens, I keep the bank around
You want some fire as I keep some flames around
Boy, I'm that one nigga, you can't even hanker
You better duck if you see me, I'm on sticks
Got the love on the off, so I'm all black, I'm off the wig
So I can't be runnin' around no tent
Niggas finna play with me, dumb hoe, you got me bent
First cost of business, hell no, ain't no sense
If you run up on me trippin', I'ma leave him with a limp
All the weak ass niggas, young man's higher than a blunt
I got a bad bitch with me, and this bitch look like Kim Kardashian
Boy, don't try to trip, cause you gon' crash
Boy, young man, f*ck his hoes, why I'm worried about my bag
Don't call me no daddy, I am not your damn dad
Dead nigga in this hood, got him walkin' through the pad, gang
You the type to hit the club and spend your last dime
I'm the type to grab some hoes and spend a bag, gang
You still talkin' bout your past, niggas sad, gang
If you see these roofers, they shoot shit, they the mad, gang
I'm the type to hop out with my mask on
I was servin' history, school hoes, you was class clown
Teacher called me for that 10, but hunky won't burn
We was broke on our ass, but talk this bitch around
My niggas hot as f*ck, you niggas mild
So I'm floatin' through the city, tryna get all these pounds
And we ain't need to kill nobody, let the town
Stay downtown, shit is safe, I'ma let these rounds out
Thanks for watching
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Gun, M.O.B. shit, ESTM
C'mon
Cheap weak ass nigga, what's good Swire
Bone slappin' what you need while I'm in the acute
And I have to hit the booth nigga just to start cappin
When I'm down, when I'm down I'll be trippin' cause I'm gon' fap
I'm surrounded by some killers, if they try they gon' attack
What you need
Bro, I just got a fire love
How the f*ck you claim you can actually hit the room and then you talk
Nigga, if I up my stick, guaranteed I'm gon' blow
To the crazy, hit his body, make his dumb ass hit the floor
Hold on, wait
Bitch, don't act like you don't know
I wanna kill him with a lil' chip, but I'm bouncin' all up
I don't know why you turnin' on high, where you think you finna go
Bet I catch him in the winter, I'ma leave him in the snow
If they ever question me, then I'ma act like I ain't know
ARP in the back, they flick them lights, then we gon' go
Extra flow, yeah, for sure
All that thuggy, he a ho
You treat that bitch like a don
All the time, that bitch my ho
All the time, I don't need it, you can get that bitch back
I'm in the trap, breakin' grams while the bitch on my lap
I just sit back and relax
Fireballs, I'm attackin
I can't take my dog nowhere, cause he always wanna hide
Real life, you niggas wack
Fire jeans in the sack
Got the love gone so quick, so we gotta double back
I just left the plug, don't hate
Try to short me, he gon' get bucked
60, keep it real, they tryna click
I'm high as hell, just smoke the wood
Runnin' around in a Benz truck
Why you talkin' bout that ho
I could've been f*cked
If I'm in your damn function, then the blick took
You better not mug me in this bitch, you gon' get sent to
Man, I'm a pick, but I still keep my gang around
Man, I ain't throwin' no damn hens, I keep the bank around
You want some fire as I keep some flames around
Boy, I'm that one nigga, you can't even hanker
You better duck if you see me, I'm on sticks
Got the love on the off, so I'm all black, I'm off the wig
So I can't be runnin' around no tent
Niggas finna play with me, dumb hoe, you got me bent
First cost of business, hell no, ain't no sense
If you run up on me trippin', I'ma leave him with a limp
All the weak ass niggas, young man's higher than a blunt
I got a bad bitch with me, and this bitch look like Kim Kardashian
Boy, don't try to trip, cause you gon' crash
Boy, young man, f*ck his hoes, why I'm worried about my bag
Don't call me no daddy, I am not your damn dad
Dead nigga in this hood, got him walkin' through the pad, gang
You the type to hit the club and spend your last dime
I'm the type to grab some hoes and spend a bag, gang
You still talkin' bout your past, niggas sad, gang
If you see these roofers, they shoot shit, they the mad, gang
I'm the type to hop out with my mask on
I was servin' history, school hoes, you was class clown
Teacher called me for that 10, but hunky won't burn
We was broke on our ass, but talk this bitch around
My niggas hot as f*ck, you niggas mild
So I'm floatin' through the city, tryna get all these pounds
And we ain't need to kill nobody, let the town
Stay downtown, shit is safe, I'ma let these rounds out
Thanks for watching
C'mon
Cheap weak ass nigga, what's good Swire
Bone slappin' what you need while I'm in the acute
And I have to hit the booth nigga just to start cappin
When I'm down, when I'm down I'll be trippin' cause I'm gon' fap
I'm surrounded by some killers, if they try they gon' attack
What you need
Bro, I just got a fire love
How the f*ck you claim you can actually hit the room and then you talk
Nigga, if I up my stick, guaranteed I'm gon' blow
To the crazy, hit his body, make his dumb ass hit the floor
Hold on, wait
Bitch, don't act like you don't know
I wanna kill him with a lil' chip, but I'm bouncin' all up
I don't know why you turnin' on high, where you think you finna go
Bet I catch him in the winter, I'ma leave him in the snow
If they ever question me, then I'ma act like I ain't know
ARP in the back, they flick them lights, then we gon' go
Extra flow, yeah, for sure
All that thuggy, he a ho
You treat that bitch like a don
All the time, that bitch my ho
All the time, I don't need it, you can get that bitch back
I'm in the trap, breakin' grams while the bitch on my lap
I just sit back and relax
Fireballs, I'm attackin
I can't take my dog nowhere, cause he always wanna hide
Real life, you niggas wack
Fire jeans in the sack
Got the love gone so quick, so we gotta double back
I just left the plug, don't hate
Try to short me, he gon' get bucked
60, keep it real, they tryna click
I'm high as hell, just smoke the wood
Runnin' around in a Benz truck
Why you talkin' bout that ho
I could've been f*cked
If I'm in your damn function, then the blick took
You better not mug me in this bitch, you gon' get sent to
Man, I'm a pick, but I still keep my gang around
Man, I ain't throwin' no damn hens, I keep the bank around
You want some fire as I keep some flames around
Boy, I'm that one nigga, you can't even hanker
You better duck if you see me, I'm on sticks
Got the love on the off, so I'm all black, I'm off the wig
So I can't be runnin' around no tent
Niggas finna play with me, dumb hoe, you got me bent
First cost of business, hell no, ain't no sense
If you run up on me trippin', I'ma leave him with a limp
All the weak ass niggas, young man's higher than a blunt
I got a bad bitch with me, and this bitch look like Kim Kardashian
Boy, don't try to trip, cause you gon' crash
Boy, young man, f*ck his hoes, why I'm worried about my bag
Don't call me no daddy, I am not your damn dad
Dead nigga in this hood, got him walkin' through the pad, gang
You the type to hit the club and spend your last dime
I'm the type to grab some hoes and spend a bag, gang
You still talkin' bout your past, niggas sad, gang
If you see these roofers, they shoot shit, they the mad, gang
I'm the type to hop out with my mask on
I was servin' history, school hoes, you was class clown
Teacher called me for that 10, but hunky won't burn
We was broke on our ass, but talk this bitch around
My niggas hot as f*ck, you niggas mild
So I'm floatin' through the city, tryna get all these pounds
And we ain't need to kill nobody, let the town
Stay downtown, shit is safe, I'ma let these rounds out
Thanks for watching
Writer: YSN TM Luh Jlo
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid