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Holon Cj Holon Cj Ye huh If you ask me, huh A lot of niggas posed to be dead, huh If you ask me, huh Your main niggas just turn fed Oh if you ask me Nothing come before the bread A lot of these niggas play scared, I ain't playing These niggas ain't really putting money on my head These niggas ain't really playin' round with lead Nigga I'd hate to be my target, I see red (I hate it) I fuck around knock off his dreads Been knocked that boy 'bout what he said Been shooting guns since I was young Still miss my drum, I been misled Nigga I'm only ask you once I ain't the type to go and beg I ain't have no car, they had killed Chette I went and slid on a peg That boy had aimed at my leg He must wouldn't thinking with his head I let you live so go retreat You wouldn't do the same shit if you was me (come on) My clock got insecurities, I never post her on IG I fell in love, her name KB First gun I shot, Glock 23 I just made a 100K in my motherfuckin' sleep No, literally Told my shoota put the gun down,said you gon' know when Cold world, heart cold Just bury me on my own end Your girl, my girl, nigga Never really no knowing I perform at a show, but they don't know, I don't got it showing Nigga think he off the hook He don't know that I know he movin' fishy though (come on) I really ain't talk to 53 in some days But nigga I miss you though Saw my partner was a snake I Came up on a couple K What the fuck you pissy for (wuzzam) Niggas tryin' for to slide Potna died on a bike Should've fired, you miss me though Bitch Make sure I walk out with my backend but don't check me at no door They always greet me with my money I ain't wavin' no fees though And I don't even got nothin' on me Twelve see me then they see dope Showed my young niggas the ropes So all the opps gon' see is smoke If you ask me, huh A lot of niggas posed to be dead, huh If you ask me, huh Your main niggas just turn fed Oh if you ask me Nothing come before the bread A lot of these niggas play scared, I ain't playing These niggas ain't really putting money on my head These niggas ain't really playin' round with lead Nigga I'd hate to be my target, I see red (I hate it, I hate it) I fuck around knock off his dreads Been knocked that boy 'bout what he said I can't buy a bitch a bag Ain't tryna pursue no hoe (nope) I got a hiding spot just for the drugs in case they kick my door (wuzzam) I ate the whole damn plate Nigga I'm ready for the shit Yo potna dissed, he shouldn't have missed You better be ready for the blick, nigga Don't trust no bitch that hoe don't listen I told her don't post no pictures Say fuck this paper that don't mean shit I been real off the rip Got rid of my cable I ain't stable, I don't show off for shit Bones dislocated, one mistake I'm comin' off the hip If you ask me, huh A lot of niggas posed to be dead, huh If you ask me, huh Your main niggas just turn fed Oh if you ask me Nothing come before the bread A lot of these niggas play scared, I ain't playing These niggas ain't really putting money on my head These niggas ain't really playin' round with lead Nigga I'd hate to be my target, I see red I fuck around knock off his dreads Been knocked that boy 'bout what he said Been knocked that boy 'bout what he said These niggas know that I ain't playing Niggas know they end up dead Niggas know that I ain't scared I'll pull up they grave And put one in they head still Nigga Fuck is you saying Ight that's it
Writer(s): Nola Hendricks Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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