Lyrics
Where is ya focus? Where is mind at? He wanted smoke with the gang that's a dimepack
You Tossed the gun in the woods had to find that call lor maine if we need us a lineman
Why the fuck he inna whips? He ain't riding for gang matter fact he ain't bringing the pain
Call lor pooda he sliding with shayne if he post on the net then he dying for fame
Matter fact see I like how they turning me up
Out of luck number one and it's burning me up
Say she want the dick bad so I fuck up the guts
Yelling ODC when I touch on her butt
I ain't cool number 2 I need me number 1
They keep telling my mother "I'm proud of your son" I be steppin' and stompin' he grabbing the gun
And we spinning his block give a damn where he from
Look I'm bout to fuck up the beat and we taking him off, do he need that?
If he try run off on feet, think it's best Niggas aim for his kneecaps
I won't fuck on his bitch, where his niece at?
Tell her get on her knees tell her plead that
And that shotty go boom know he seen that
Give a fuck bout you where ya team at?
I gotta stay focus it's shit on my mind
For my gang imma ride I'm not dropping no dimes
Fuck that bitch for behind and I'm telling her lies
Fuck her once never twice I pass to the guys
My cuz he hit I clap hi five
Man these niggas chicken just like a Popeye
Arm strong as a bitch and I look like pop
Know he wrong as a bitch tryna give up da drop
I'm drugging so heavy I mix it wit mizzys
That bitch not my bae cuz she beings too friendly
Yeah doobie and pooda got shit inna frinzy
Take a look inna lake fish caught on bate
I promise I don't love her I can't trust
Her if it ain't odc niggas not my brother
He wrong or he right we rocking wit each other
Shordy ass hella fat told pooda to dumb her
I told lor maine if he need me I got em
I told lor tay just shoot once you spot em
I told lor rich just chill be a scholar
And k3 out the mix and want an dollar
Kai got da bippys I want you to try
He dressed in all black told me get him in onyx
I'm skating on shit like I'm working at sonic
Put the bread on his head make em wonder like Steve
Oh geez this flow is amazing
Posed to share this verse but I had to just take it
That lor fat bitch and she Jamaican
You say this verse ain't hard you hating
I keep me an iron like marvel dc
I peep threw the peep hole grabbing the heat
You feeling green as a bitch than leap
Dug and whole in the ground and this shit too deep
I say "hold" lemme get it back real quick
Know a couple niggas run they mouth on the gram but don't watch that back door bitch
Like how can you lack like this?
Me falling off? Man this shit is impossible
Wanna kill me? I swear I ain't stopping you
If I give Glizzy the Glizzy he dropping You
With that bitch and I swear he unstoppable
Where is ya focus? Where is mind at? He wanted smoke with the gang that's a dimepack
You Tossed the gun in the woods had to find that call lor maine if we need us a lineman
Why the fuck he inna whips? He ain't riding for gang matter fact he ain't bringing the pain
Call lor pooda he sliding with shayne if he post on the net then he dying for fame
Matter fact see I like how they turning me up
Out of luck number one and it's burning me up
Say she want the dick bad so I fuck up the guts
Yelling ODC when I touch on her butt
I ain't cool number 2 I need me number 1
They keep telling my mother "I'm proud of your son" I be steppin' and stompin' he grabbing the gun
And we spinning his block give a damn where he from
And look you know this shit never over
Better tighten up cuz them niggas get flipped if they think about spinning that rover
And ya boyfriend dead what I told her
You know this shit getting big as I get older
Origami on his block cuz we fold em
Never fucking with the cops what we told em
Niggas sending insta' shots he a poser
Back to the money shit ride in v8's
Ain't no lor Nigga starving cuz we ate
Told my Niggas forever that we straight
At the end of the day tell em be safe
At the end of the day tell be be safe
At the end of the day tell em be safe
Look, slow the beat down cuz I like when it's muffled
Shoot at that boy we ain't fighting nor' tussle
Getting em killed and I won't even touch you
I send the wink and them pistols gon gut you
Don't come around cause you know that it's fuck you
Hop out the kurasaki wit the muscle
He got the 30 stick inside the duffle
Wet up his block it's looking like a puddle
Where is ya focus? Where is mind at? He wanted smoke with the gang that's a dimepack
You Tossed the gun in the woods had to find that call lor maine if we need us a lineman
Why the fuck he inna whips? He ain't riding for gang matter fact he ain't bringing the pain
Call lor pooda he sliding with shayne if he post on the net then he dying for fame
Matter fact see I like how they turning me up
Out of luck number one and it's burning me up
Say she want the dick bad so I fuck up the guts
Yelling ODC when I touch on her butt
I ain't cool number 2 I need me number 1
They keep telling my mother "I'm proud of your son" I be steppin' and stompin' he grabbing the gun
And we spinning his block give a damn where he from
Writer(s): Tavian Johnson
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