Lyrics

Tennis chains for all my niggas Never meet serana Still put in that work Was mad i put you on that Uh Uh Uh Uh Uh I gah turn up for the one time cause I hate feeling relaxed Pop my shit, I'm quick to drop it bag, that's if they make me mad Bitch ass niggas make me laugh, broke ass niggas, bitch you sad It ain't a point of tryna run you trip, I swear we on ya ass I said fuck buying a watch, for the time I wasted time It don't matter who I'm with, bitch you know they slanging iron My brother keep on' asking how I'm doin', I said I'm doin' fine I was a kid with that mic, I was always tryna rhyme Tennis chains for all my niggas, I ain't never meet Serena Bullet holes go through his beater, a bless a nigga like a preacher I was always in that class, I just wanted to fuck my teacher They know ny for being the captain of the team, bitch I'm a leader They know ny for being the captain, but I still put in that work I say long live baby savage was mad, I put you on a shirt Bitch my pockets used to hurt, I come straight from out the dirt They wasn't fw la ny, now they pullin' down they skirt They wasn't fw la ny, but now all my niggas winning Them bitch ass niggas don't want no smoke, bitch we got it like a chimney I told act to punch me in whenever i fuck up on my sentence Ain't goin' back and forth with niggas, bitch I never played no tennis I turned a little to a lot, Remember sittin' on that block And if he slippin' then I'm sliding, bitch I'm quick to grab the mop I'm in that mode, no I can't stop All the time a nigga wasted, Bitch i swear that this my shot I swear that this my shot I said I'm slowin' down from sippin' drank, I gotta play, he outta state A fat nigga, when it come to pounds, they know we pushin', weight I'm quick to send a nigga (home), they know I'm from a realer state Got hella za, got wedding cake, I'm prayin' for some better days Bitch this music be my medicine, can't name a rapper better than A bad bitch, her lips soft, I'm thinkin' that she heaven' sent The reaper knockin' at my door, I swear that I won't let him in Why the fuck you braggin' bout some money, Knowing you caught settlements Tennis chains for all my niggas, I ain't never meet Serena Bullet holes go through his beater, a bless a nigga like a preacher I was always in that class, I just wanted to fuck my teacher They know ny for being the captain of the team, bitch I'm a leader They know ny for being the captain, but I still put in that work I say long live baby savage was mad, I put you on a that shirt Bitch my pockets used to hurt, I come straight from out the dirt They wasn't fw a nigga, now they pullin' down they skirt I done put you on that, I don't know why, why, why Them niggas mad, them bitch-ass niggas really mad Ahhhh Them bitch-ass niggas really mad
Writer(s): Naiem Satterfield Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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