Lyrics

Blue flag fly like bangarang Twisting up my fingers bitch gang gang Movin R T A ain't no other way The shit that I'm saying take heed I shoot it straight as it get On facebook they g as can be On the streets you a shakey lil bitch But I ain't gonna play wit them words Cause I'll really spray up some shit They ain't gonna stay on my nerves Cause I'll really lay off in ditch Bitch Im'a come straight where you stay My click know I ain't finna call I'm feeling like Doc Holiday I'm quick with the pistol and all No holster just slip out my draws Like the dick when she can't get the balls Mad I fucked on his bitch like a dog He sending the lyrics to songs Yeah I read the texts while I drilled his lil bitch This mo'fucka sending old pictures and shit I almost wrote back you know bro code the bitch I looked down like damn this lil bitch just ain't shit But the pussy the shit and it's gushy like gusher She know ain't gonna save her no rookie I'm thuggin' See this ain't the type a hoe you should be cuffin' These type of hoes just tryna fuck and get money I'll take the care of the fucking you keep shelling hundreds They say they gonna kill me get frail when confronted Got smacked like a bitch front hotel had him running I'm so with the shit Taco Bell tryna fund me And I'm fly like the whip front some blue lights I'm nice with the glizz but I do fight I'm really a pimp and the true type Behind mine beat a bitch like I knew Ike I don't even talk less it's bread You still owe all the connects I pay it all and invest And they shipping all of my shit I'm up like a bird in the am bitch know you heard who I am Got labels just watching and shit I see them they lurking the gram Everything theses haters tryna reach I got it Say they fixing to come and rob me I doubt it I don't mix up in no beef I shot him Know a lot of people mad at me I'm sorry Riding round getting to the cheese I'm balling Rappers mad I charge for the feat well don't cop it Bad bitch asking where I be she bossy Bad bitches all on me I'm saucy Bitch I'm fly like bullets you say bye bye whoa Live a fly life I could skydive off the high rise here I go Gotta shine right rolie got the time bright glow Ticking not mine hands sweeping seconds glide by slow Baby true benz call it blastoise Forgiato enzos looking like it's rocking red bottoms Straight six engine front the dash board And the fully auto with me turn these off whites into red bottoms Shawty seen me and left her last one I told her that was stupid once I get it that shit through with Can't remember last time I ain't pass one Cuz once you show me you a groupie let the click hit and we moving Movin be moving like new to the neighborhood R I P Nipsey and shout out to neighborhood Shout out Jay hoodsta my homie off neighborhood Evil side crippin' trays up from a gangsta hood If I get at shawty I'm slangin' wood If I pull up with choppa I'm aiming good Say they wanna rob me don't think they should Have candles on the block like a gangsta should Only white boy on the block I don't hang with woods On sight when on lock got they bangers took I'm ashamed of nothing ain't gonna change for nothing Still the same mo'fucka served swangs in public Up thangs and busted left that man concussed with Big glock ten mil one swing abruptly Cuz once I'm angered fuck it Nobody saving nothing Told shawty I ain't yo man Showed the fangs I'm thuggin' Everything theses haters tryna reach I got it Say they fixing to come and rob me I doubt it I don't mix up in no beef I shot him Know a lot of people mad at me I'm sorry Riding round getting to the cheese I'm balling Rappers mad I charge for the feat well don't cop it Bad bitch asking where I be she bossy Bad bitches all on me I'm saucy Bitch I'm fly like bullets you say bye bye whoa Live a fly life I could skydive off the high rise here I go Gotta shine right rolie got the time bright glow Ticking not mine hands sweeping seconds glide by slow
Writer(s): Matt Movin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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