Lyrics

Haha, I pound shit Um, young nigga world Aye, young niggas Hop out wit' them K's and we let it spray These pussy niggas talking like they on it Is that smoke inside your swisher? 'Cause I want it I got killers with the pistol around the corner Don't you play with us 'cause baby boy, we won't tell We tryna catch a nigga soul and replenish it We tryna kill a pussy nigga, gonna in a bit We ain't fucking with these niggas like we celibate Choppa knock a pussy nigga out his element Pour shit out, we on the block My brother stay toting the Glock Move wrong, somebody get shot I grind hard for whatever I got I'm on the road, I be after the guap No, I can't stop until Youngan on top Brand new foreign, copped it off the lot Bitch niggas hating, they want me to flop Bands in my pockets, I stay with them knots I say I'm going, I'm never going to stop Free all my niggas and fuck all the cops Got hella pistols for all the opps Get the bag and then I go the other way If I ain't hustlin', flipping packs I'm prolly somewhere out of state Bitch I'm a real nigga, you can see it in my face No, I ain't got no time to waste You on that fake shit, can't relate I spent them racks up in Bape Sipping on lean, and I can't feel my face Free Choppa, he fighting a case We was jus' stackin' and clutching them K's I pray to God they don't play I let my shooter wet him like a lake We thuggin' to this everyday Bitch, you can get it, just stay in your place These pussy niggas talking like they on it Is that smoke inside your swisher? 'Cause I want it I got killers with the pistol around the corner Don't you play with us 'cause baby boy, we won't tell We tryna catch a nigga soul and replenish it We tryna kill a pussy nigga, gonna in a bit We ain't fucking with these niggas like we celibate Choppa knock a pussy nigga out his element B, L, double O, D, G, A, N, G, I'm so true to this Youngan out here wildin', wit' the scrappy on that stupid shit Niggas dick riding on the game, they on that groupie shit Catch a nigga slipping, hit his head with that extended clip We got extensions (bitch) Step in Givenchy He want it first, he want a price, we need to pitch in Shoot at your mom, bitch I don't go to prom, bitch Don't fuck with a vault nigga, huh, we tryna start shit We tryna load up them choppers and call off them robber And dump shit (yeah) My niggas really some hires They say that they ready to pump shit You can get slumped quick (bitch) I don't want no Swisher I'm trying to smoke on a Backwood with all of my young niggas These pussy niggas talking like they on it Is that smoke inside your swisher? 'Cause I want it I got killers with the pistol around the corner Don't you play with us 'cause baby boy, we won't tell We tryna catch a nigga soul and replenish it We tryna kill a pussy nigga, gonna in a bit We ain't fucking with these niggas like we celibate Choppa knock a pussy nigga out his element
Writer(s): Jamell Demons, Javorius Scott, Ronald Simpson, Trashon Waller Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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