Lyrics

Uh yea walkdown shit boy I stay on my pivot uh uh These niggas be bitch they don't know how I'm livin what? These niggas be tippin cant come in the trap he try run away he got shot in the back Ima load up the stick ima load up the mack he run up on me and I bet he get wacked And the shit that I rap is real life ain't no cap I'm steppin designer he steppin in gap Don't talk out yo neck boy that shit get you smack he poppin a perc ima fuck up his act Tryn get me a mill tryn run up my sack keep one in the head aint no way I can lack Dese niggas be dissin these niggas be cap These niggas be bitches these niggas be wack These niggas be pussy they know where it's at An I'm feelin like Floyd how I beat up the pack I ain't talkin grand thief put the heat to his back me n slickkjay on the road to get rich I been stackin my money tryn get get all my chips Ima smacked dat boy he keep purpin bout a bitch Heard he wanna get rich he ain't takin no risk Ima sign me a deal ima bust down my wrist Put the beam to his chest ima fuck up his fit put the paint where it ain boy I'm leavin em red Heard he soft asab so we callin em ted dem Niggas ain't my brothers dem niggas went fed I'm taxin these hits and I serve out a pound instagram nigga an I'm takin em down Shots start fire nigga don't make a sound loud up the drum and I'm lettin off round Niggas be bitches these niggas be burdey taxin these hits and I'm lettin off 30 I 95 in the lanes I'm switchin whipping a yuyu young nigga I spin shit She fuckin with me cause she said that I'm different og talked and I really paid attention Talking too much push up I'm in the trap an I'm kickin my foot up slimin his ass we takin his re-up Man time shit boy I stay on my pivot I'm spinnin his block I ain't talkin no fidget These niggas be bitches they don't know how I'm livin Stick in my dip got my lil ass limpin
Writer(s): Deon Hawkins Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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