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Dominick Nygel Francis
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I get the fetti don't talk a lot, It's M.o.b what you talkin' bout
Be in the crease in the parking lot, tow truck guns move him out of the parking spot
I'm pullin' strings I be rockin' out, Shoot for the stars with the rocket out
Fucked this lil' bitch in the coupe, she tried to take a vid and I told her to crop it out
Off a four of the uh
Off a four of that drink and a Percocet
I pop me a ten and it ain't workin' yet uh
I'm bout to kick this lil' habit
She on the countertop lookin' for bowls, bitch, we keep our sticks in the cabinet
We put a switch on the, uh
We put a switch on the stick just to see who gon' hit him the fastest
Now that shit feelin' like semi be slow as molasses
Fuckin' her bitch and I throw on her glasses
He on that team but ain't makin' no plays, they don't throw him no passes
Screet tool assassin could show him some classes
Doubt if he pass him, niggas ain't ready for this,
Don't got no money and don't got no glick
These niggas ain't ready for shit
These 7.62s just a couple of ounces
This Drago is heavy as shit
Walk in the club and all you see is blues on a nigga like you watchin' Belly and shit
And I want a bitch like keisha
Nigga try somethin', lil' bitch gon' blow that piece Put a fuck nigga at six feet deep
No cap, no bap, shit, I'm like, where she
I get the fetti don't talk a lot, It's M.o.b what you talkin' bout
Be in the crease in the parking lot, tow truck guns move him out of the parking spot
I'm pullin' strings I be rockin' out, Shoot for the stars with the rocket out
Fucked this lil' bitch in the coupe, she tried to take a vid and I told her to crop it out
Told lil' bitch get a Uber, lift for a cab, cause I'm never a chooser
I get the work, just to move ya, Kel-Tec, F&N', Glock or a ruga
Hollow points, fill up the clip,
y'all rounds be silver and bald, lex-Luther
We didn't even know it was a fed in the car, so we start strikin' the cruiser
Uh, pull up and hop out with bangers
Scammers and cons like genghis
Clean off my Glock, shit stainless
Fuck your lil' hoes, now you mainless
Took all your coke, now you caineless
Money and power like canin
Scope on my gun, I arrange it Movin' that work, state to state sarah palin
Uh, bitch, I'm doin' fine I'm just smokin' on the pine Don't ask me, young nigga, how you livin'
Lil' bitch hit the celly, so I took her to the telly Threw the oop I'm dunking the Blake Griffin
Fuck nigga posted up in the whip lights off On the henny, try and catch a bitch slippin'
250 for the zones, we deliver to your hoes And we dump' that package, gon' missin
I get the fetti don't talk a lot, It's M.o.b what you talkin' bout
Be in the crease in the parking lot, tow truck guns move him out of the parking spot
I'm pullin' strings I be rockin' out, Shoot for the stars with the rocket out
Fucked this lil' bitch in the coupe, she tried to take a vid and I told her to crop it out
Writer(s): Dominick Francis
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