Go, go, go, it's that f*cking jersey nigga
First nigga run up, he gon' die, and that's on the gang
How the f*ck you buy a chain but ain't buy my Mama Dukes a thang
Bitch, I'm a professional shooter, I put him in a frame
Aint you from the suburbs, lil' nigga never put in pain
Keep flexin' for the internet, we take that nigga Johnny Dang
Nigga try to run up, turn into a painter, splat his brain
Nigga say he wanna beef with us, well that lil' boy in danger
I got different types of color beams, like the Power Rangers
Feelin' like a barber, bullets hit his scalp, give him a taper
Never could i chase a bitch, a certified paper chaser
Ain't put you in this world, but I can take you out, bitch, I'm your maker
F*ck her from the back, I tell that bitch I love her, sike I hate ya
Nah, I'm just playin', I don't hate you
Nigga, why you dissin', but won't drop the lo
Tellin' me he keep a pole okay but will he shoot it tho
Are you really like that, or you gangsta in the studio
If I catch you, better spike back, on the news you, finna f*cking go
Go, go, go, it's that f*cking jersey nigga
First nigga run up, he gon' die, and that's on the gang
How the f*ck you buy a chain but ain't buy my Mama Dukes a thang
Bitch, I'm a professional shooter, I put him in a frame
Aint you from the suburbs, lil' nigga never put in pain
Keep flexin' for the internet, we take that nigga Johnny Dang
Nigga try to run up, turn into a painter, splat his brain
Nigga say he wanna beef with us, well that lil' boy in danger
I got different types of color beams, like the Power Rangers
Feelin' like a barber, bullets hit his scalp, give him a taper
Never could i chase a bitch, a certified paper chaser
Ain't put you in this world, but I can take you out, bitch, I'm your maker
F*ck her from the back, I tell that bitch I love her, sike I hate ya
Nigga, why you dissin', but won't drop the lo
Tellin' me he keep a pole okay but will he shoot it tho
Are you really like that, or you gangsta in the studio
If I catch you, better spike back, on the news you, finna f*cking go go go
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Go, go, go, it's that f*cking jersey nigga
First nigga run up, he gon' die, and that's on the gang
How the f*ck you buy a chain but ain't buy my Mama Dukes a thang
Bitch, I'm a professional shooter, I put him in a frame
Aint you from the suburbs, lil' nigga never put in pain
Keep flexin' for the internet, we take that nigga Johnny Dang
Nigga try to run up, turn into a painter, splat his brain
Nigga say he wanna beef with us, well that lil' boy in danger
I got different types of color beams, like the Power Rangers
Feelin' like a barber, bullets hit his scalp, give him a taper
Never could i chase a bitch, a certified paper chaser
Ain't put you in this world, but I can take you out, bitch, I'm your maker
F*ck her from the back, I tell that bitch I love her, sike I hate ya
Nah, I'm just playin', I don't hate you
Nigga, why you dissin', but won't drop the lo
Tellin' me he keep a pole okay but will he shoot it tho
Are you really like that, or you gangsta in the studio
If I catch you, better spike back, on the news you, finna f*cking go
Go, go, go, it's that f*cking jersey nigga
First nigga run up, he gon' die, and that's on the gang
How the f*ck you buy a chain but ain't buy my Mama Dukes a thang
Bitch, I'm a professional shooter, I put him in a frame
Aint you from the suburbs, lil' nigga never put in pain
Keep flexin' for the internet, we take that nigga Johnny Dang
Nigga try to run up, turn into a painter, splat his brain
Nigga say he wanna beef with us, well that lil' boy in danger
I got different types of color beams, like the Power Rangers
Feelin' like a barber, bullets hit his scalp, give him a taper
Never could i chase a bitch, a certified paper chaser
Ain't put you in this world, but I can take you out, bitch, I'm your maker
F*ck her from the back, I tell that bitch I love her, sike I hate ya
Nigga, why you dissin', but won't drop the lo
Tellin' me he keep a pole okay but will he shoot it tho
Are you really like that, or you gangsta in the studio
If I catch you, better spike back, on the news you, finna f*cking go go go
First nigga run up, he gon' die, and that's on the gang
How the f*ck you buy a chain but ain't buy my Mama Dukes a thang
Bitch, I'm a professional shooter, I put him in a frame
Aint you from the suburbs, lil' nigga never put in pain
Keep flexin' for the internet, we take that nigga Johnny Dang
Nigga try to run up, turn into a painter, splat his brain
Nigga say he wanna beef with us, well that lil' boy in danger
I got different types of color beams, like the Power Rangers
Feelin' like a barber, bullets hit his scalp, give him a taper
Never could i chase a bitch, a certified paper chaser
Ain't put you in this world, but I can take you out, bitch, I'm your maker
F*ck her from the back, I tell that bitch I love her, sike I hate ya
Nah, I'm just playin', I don't hate you
Nigga, why you dissin', but won't drop the lo
Tellin' me he keep a pole okay but will he shoot it tho
Are you really like that, or you gangsta in the studio
If I catch you, better spike back, on the news you, finna f*cking go
Go, go, go, it's that f*cking jersey nigga
First nigga run up, he gon' die, and that's on the gang
How the f*ck you buy a chain but ain't buy my Mama Dukes a thang
Bitch, I'm a professional shooter, I put him in a frame
Aint you from the suburbs, lil' nigga never put in pain
Keep flexin' for the internet, we take that nigga Johnny Dang
Nigga try to run up, turn into a painter, splat his brain
Nigga say he wanna beef with us, well that lil' boy in danger
I got different types of color beams, like the Power Rangers
Feelin' like a barber, bullets hit his scalp, give him a taper
Never could i chase a bitch, a certified paper chaser
Ain't put you in this world, but I can take you out, bitch, I'm your maker
F*ck her from the back, I tell that bitch I love her, sike I hate ya
Nigga, why you dissin', but won't drop the lo
Tellin' me he keep a pole okay but will he shoot it tho
Are you really like that, or you gangsta in the studio
If I catch you, better spike back, on the news you, finna f*cking go go go
Writer: Jayden Mercado
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