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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Juan Isaiah Wilson
Songwriter
Lyrics
You step to my Niggas like you wasn't gone feel us don't know why you tried it
So nigga We stepped to yo crib but you wasn't der tryna find where you hide at
A nigga was high ass kite but it was on sight tryna see where ya mind at
Nigga all that tuff shit you talking but you couldn't walk it now look where you lying at
I walk around wit a grin put promise you no nigga want smoke wit me
Ian really der all da way in da head but like a blunt you can come roll wit me
Caught you lacking wit yo bitch did i up da stick no i didn't nigga
Why you still tryna hate on me like i just won't just up da trigga
I ain't trippin bout no nigga hiding in his momma crib
Man we got that message across bitch know how my niggas spin
Nigga thought that shit was a game now look at his as he scared
I ain't worried bout da bitch red dots just aiming at his head
Tipping on yo block wit da Glock we get it hot
Nigga who you is show you who you really not
Thought you was a shooter how come still I ain't got popped
Thought yo ass was slick thought it's sweat bitch it's not
You step to my Niggas like you wasn't gone feel us don't know why you tried it
So nigga We stepped to yo crib but you wasn't der tryna find where you hide at
A nigga was high ass kite but it was on sight tryna see where ya mind at
Nigga all that tuff shit you talking but you couldn't walk it now look where you lying at
Where's the opp
Oh look we spotted um had to up da rock dem droppa him
Don't give a fuck bout a bitch no odious
Fresh out da box no top like dominoes
I can not hear um no Dey are not audible
You know da blue wit da finny he poppin um
Bitch had spill and now we be moppin um
Let no nigga think that dat shit sweat fore real
Let me show yo ass how i feel
Pussy boy think dat shit a drill
Now he really finna get killed
21 wit no fucking wip
Stole yo as a phone n got flipped
Stuck on acid dis ain't no trip
Touch one of my niggas get killed
These niggas was lurking they thinking im dumb
You sent yo bitch to set me up
Now nigga think dat I'm stupid for what
Got eyes everywhere Dey tell me wassup
45 Glock wit a extendo talking dat shit up dat blick through the window
Duckin n douging get clinced for yo sins hoe
Let me tell you how da story continue
White bitch through sum shit through my window tracked um down but he tried to pretendo
Like he didn't know what was going on
Ion give a fuck get um get um gawn
Fuckin wit da oops get escorted home
You a pissy bitch bitch you know you wrong
Ion even give a fuck what he on find you pistol whip ya fucking dome
You step to my Niggas like you wasn't gone feel us don't know why you tried it
So nigga We stepped to yo crib but you wasn't der tryna find where you hide at
A nigga was high ass kite but it was on sight tryna see where ya mind at
Nigga all that tuff shit you talking but you couldn't walk it now look where you lying at
I walk around wit a grin put promise you no nigga want smoke wit me
Ian really der all da way in da head but like a blunt you can come roll wit me
Caught you lacking wit yo bitch did i up da stick no i didn't nigga
Why you still tryna hate on me like i just won't just up da trigga
Writer(s): Juan Wilson
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