Lyrics
Yeah you already know how I'm coming man
(Fleh! Fleh!)
I'm not playing with y'all nih-
Fuck Da Feds (Ha-Haa!)
Fleh!
Yeah,Yeah, Me and Browneyes 22
Tried to hit me, who the fuck is you?
You fell down now look at you.
Bitch you dumb, now why you tryna fight
Dropped his ass that nigga goodnight
Didn't even need no pipe
Didn't even need no knife
Nigga just chillin making my cash
Niggas they know I'm countin these racks
Got Hella Guns, Got Hella Mac's
Niggas they know you get shot in da back
They say Sebers don't know how to punch
Look at me now nigga you look dumb
Half of you niggas is shit outta luck
All of you niggas look stupid as fuck
Guns they chew like it was some lunch
Choppa Fed like it was some brunch
Walked into the Club, I always Clutch
I gotta gun, I made it dump, tellem wassup,
Now he wanna run, blowem wit sum,
Money Ah Sum, Money Ah Sum, Shawty is Fun,
He wanna talk bitch he Betta Run
I Been In Da Back, Making Backpack Music Nigga
Y'all Got That Power, But Y'all Niggas Abuse It Nigga,
What Yo D.O.C Cause I Probably Done Used It Nigga
Man, Me and Shawty Gotta Spark
Cause They Fused It Nigga
Man You Niggas Wanna Talk Shit,
Man, Don't Talk Back,
Man You Gotta Up The Gun,
Bitch You Betta Drop That.
Trust Me I'm Not The One,
Bitch You Know Ill Pop Back,
Bitch You Know I Got The Guap
Bitch I'm Boutta Up That.
Sike Colt 45. Bitch You Know I Cock That,
Niggas Know I Keep A Gun, I Always Cop That,
Bitch You Know Everything I Have,
Bitch I Rock That
Niggas That Cap In They Music Betta Stop That,
Bet Y'all Wasn't Expectin This Hot-Track,
That Shit Was Ass At First, Till I Said Fuck That.
Bitch You Think Your Funny,
Why You Always Wanna Mock-Back,
Bitch I Fuckin Tell You, Man,
Always Don't Talk Bakk.
Writer(s): Sebas Swanson
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