[Hook: Yung Sxsa]
Run a nigga down with the red dot
Put a bullet through that niggas dreadlocks
If he talking big you know my niggas on his head top
If he got a vest give him headshots
The city fucked ur bittie errbody made her legs lock
10 toes down, opps 6 ft under
Cut of these all these neeks n then I changed my number
It you ain’t immortal please stay humble
Chase ur bag just don’t get fumbled
[Verse 1: Yung Sxsa]
None of my niggas gon snitch
If the feds start asking questions we don’t know
I can never lose like a bitch
The tops thе only place for me to go
How you want a nigga that’s rich
But u out herе in these skreets just being a hoe
On text I’ll talk my shit
And tell you that I love you But you not gon meet me no
And they steady tryna hate on a nigga
Cuz they know about jokes n not the pain lil nigga
And I still fw the same lil niggas
That gon pull it out cock it back aim pull the trigger
They just wanna get their pockets bigger
Perks xans coke anything they gon deliver
Wake up every morning take a look in the mirror
Got a smile on my face cuz I’m really that nigga
Niggas pull up to ur block looking fresher than a tic tac
Big facts
Got a Big Mac
On your bitch lap
Now you big mad
But you not gon get your bitch back
Shits sad
Cuz you kissed the bitch where my kids at
He was dissing on the net talking bout he got a big strap
Beat that nigga ass and he still not bouta spin back
Crack the niggas skull n made it look just like a kitkat
Pull up imma end him in a minute like a tiktok
If you need me hit my phone so I can go decline the call
I’ll deadass break your heart n make you feel like it’s your fault
I don’t need to pick n choose cuz I’m going for it all
I’m feeling like lavar I’m watching all my youngins ball
And you said that’s ur bitch but she hoeing for the team
Like it’s fresh out the pot she be blowing on the meat
When I tump a blizzy I be flowing on the beat
Anywhere I go I’m like 20 niggas deep
[Hook: Yung Sxsa]
Run a nigga down with the red dot
Put a bullet through that niggas dreadlocks
If he talking big you know my niggas on his head top
If he got a vest give him headshots
The whole city fucked ur bittie errbody made her legs lock
All my opps they 6 ft under
Cut of these all these neeks n then I changed my number
It you ain’t immortal please stay humble
Chase the bag just don’t get fumbled
[Verse 2: Yung Bu1u]
Big Lu straight from trenches
Piling these racks I’m counting my riches
I think she look good so I’m taking your missus
Piping her good Im feeding her inches
Aim for the neck up u know that we vicious
Spray his ass up just for looking suspicious
Stop all that talk we ain’t taking you serious
Aim with a beam like a black ops mission
Fuck with the gang that’s a stupid decision
Yea my niggas really gon ride
None of that shit gon slide
Glock 17 by my side
1149 we going worldwide
These niggas really some bitches
Whole gang scoring we ain’t ever missin’
Aim like steph took his top from a distance Had they folk shedding tears on television
Straight to the news
Ain’t no trace we leaving no clues
That nigga a bitch he itching for views Whole team finna blow, hard to diffuse
Ain’t no cost to get you killed in a instant
Don’t test gang we bout that business Ain’t no trail we taking the witness
Chase him out his socks that boy doing fitness
My niggas really with the shits
We put a 100 shots in this
A hunnid opps is what we hit
That boy he gon his shit got blicked
Walk up and emptied the whole clip
A few shots straight right through his ribs
He never shoulda ran his lips
He shoulda hit them w the script
[Hook: Yung Sxsa]
Run a nigga down with the red dot
Put a bullet through that niggas dreadlocks
If he talking big you know my niggas on his head top
If he got a vest give him headshots
The city fucked ur bittie errbody made her legs lock
All my opps they 6 ft under
Cut of these all these neeks n then I changed my number
It you ain’t immortal please stay humble
Chase the bag just don’t get fumbled
[Outro: Yung Sxsa]
Just don’t get fumbled
Just don’t get fumbled
Just don’t get fumbled
Ill really hit em w the blick like that
All these niggas done got lit like that
They get lit like that
Pull up on his mother push her shit way back
Run a nigga down with the red dot
Put a bullet through that niggas dreadlocks
If he talking big you know my niggas on his head top
If he got a vest give him headshots
The city fucked ur bittie errbody made her legs lock
10 toes down, opps 6 ft under
Cut of these all these neeks n then I changed my number
It you ain’t immortal please stay humble
Chase ur bag just don’t get fumbled
[Verse 1: Yung Sxsa]
None of my niggas gon snitch
If the feds start asking questions we don’t know
I can never lose like a bitch
The tops thе only place for me to go
How you want a nigga that’s rich
But u out herе in these skreets just being a hoe
On text I’ll talk my shit
And tell you that I love you But you not gon meet me no
And they steady tryna hate on a nigga
Cuz they know about jokes n not the pain lil nigga
And I still fw the same lil niggas
That gon pull it out cock it back aim pull the trigger
They just wanna get their pockets bigger
Perks xans coke anything they gon deliver
Wake up every morning take a look in the mirror
Got a smile on my face cuz I’m really that nigga
Niggas pull up to ur block looking fresher than a tic tac
Big facts
Got a Big Mac
On your bitch lap
Now you big mad
But you not gon get your bitch back
Shits sad
Cuz you kissed the bitch where my kids at
He was dissing on the net talking bout he got a big strap
Beat that nigga ass and he still not bouta spin back
Crack the niggas skull n made it look just like a kitkat
Pull up imma end him in a minute like a tiktok
If you need me hit my phone so I can go decline the call
I’ll deadass break your heart n make you feel like it’s your fault
I don’t need to pick n choose cuz I’m going for it all
I’m feeling like lavar I’m watching all my youngins ball
And you said that’s ur bitch but she hoeing for the team
Like it’s fresh out the pot she be blowing on the meat
When I tump a blizzy I be flowing on the beat
Anywhere I go I’m like 20 niggas deep
[Hook: Yung Sxsa]
Run a nigga down with the red dot
Put a bullet through that niggas dreadlocks
If he talking big you know my niggas on his head top
If he got a vest give him headshots
The whole city fucked ur bittie errbody made her legs lock
All my opps they 6 ft under
Cut of these all these neeks n then I changed my number
It you ain’t immortal please stay humble
Chase the bag just don’t get fumbled
[Verse 2: Yung Bu1u]
Big Lu straight from trenches
Piling these racks I’m counting my riches
I think she look good so I’m taking your missus
Piping her good Im feeding her inches
Aim for the neck up u know that we vicious
Spray his ass up just for looking suspicious
Stop all that talk we ain’t taking you serious
Aim with a beam like a black ops mission
Fuck with the gang that’s a stupid decision
Yea my niggas really gon ride
None of that shit gon slide
Glock 17 by my side
1149 we going worldwide
These niggas really some bitches
Whole gang scoring we ain’t ever missin’
Aim like steph took his top from a distance Had they folk shedding tears on television
Straight to the news
Ain’t no trace we leaving no clues
That nigga a bitch he itching for views Whole team finna blow, hard to diffuse
Ain’t no cost to get you killed in a instant
Don’t test gang we bout that business Ain’t no trail we taking the witness
Chase him out his socks that boy doing fitness
My niggas really with the shits
We put a 100 shots in this
A hunnid opps is what we hit
That boy he gon his shit got blicked
Walk up and emptied the whole clip
A few shots straight right through his ribs
He never shoulda ran his lips
He shoulda hit them w the script
[Hook: Yung Sxsa]
Run a nigga down with the red dot
Put a bullet through that niggas dreadlocks
If he talking big you know my niggas on his head top
If he got a vest give him headshots
The city fucked ur bittie errbody made her legs lock
All my opps they 6 ft under
Cut of these all these neeks n then I changed my number
It you ain’t immortal please stay humble
Chase the bag just don’t get fumbled
[Outro: Yung Sxsa]
Just don’t get fumbled
Just don’t get fumbled
Just don’t get fumbled
Ill really hit em w the blick like that
All these niggas done got lit like that
They get lit like that
Pull up on his mother push her shit way back
( Yung Sxsa )
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