(Verse)
Rock out guns and roses
Remember when it was just guns nigga
My daddy introduced me to my junky
Wasn't no fun nigga
Told me to watch the snakes
The grass was high
Hiss at me and I’ll cut out yo tongue nigga
Bitch I rep the 3
I creep with two cause I ain't the one nigga
I got plays like RPO
Doin bad give a bitch a RKO
I'd be lying if I said it was beef
Them niggas just hating on me. It ain’t smoke
My cousins raised me off to the —
I been putting shit up since I learned to reload
Cruc a mut
Play me get exposed
Had to play real. That shit ain't for show
Oh y'all drove? What the fuck y'all on bitch? Bet it aye
Nigga run up i paint his face like --cosmetics
All my childhood friends is gone. Them calls collector aye
That lil nigga four years in Already A Legend
Major bitch tryna drop my —-
I'm — collector. Boy don't play
Run through a line of you hating ass niggas like —-
——-
Bitch, this rap shit paying and 3 won't never —
Aye, was losing my mind, seen body and came to senses
I was tryna chill but niggas was saying my name like I'm hiding
I don’t play with you bitches. Bake ‘em
I bought ‘em the bitch transport like Jason Statham
That nigga is a sleeping giant. Why the fuck y’all wake ‘em?
—— black bag gang, aye
Hoes on you when you up and when you failing, aye
That's when I know this — shit so inconsistent
Won’t no nigga on Earth take me off my mission
I'm a rapper baby, but bitch i don't do no dissing
Catch up with his typewriting ass
Get hit with a hook. Look like I'm fishing
I couldn’t choose to use the rules
Confused by niggas. They act like women
DJ booth. Finna start remixing
A roach and a bowl is all in the kitchen (Gang)
Controlling the motion
——
Yo bitch on me. Nigga she like licking
Couldn't hold my dick even if I was pissin'
Came in with a pen and a pad for the —
But somehow the shit just keep going missing
Somehow these niggas just keep on picking
I'm wrong if I leave all they ass dippin' (Chill)
Throwing niggas out the front of they trap like Uncle Phil on 3's
I'm already what they love
Give a fuck what who you was
I change at will
I want my pockets to look like a Piccolo
Walk round this bitch smellin' like —-
My mama keep callin' me praying for chill
I sleep when I'm dead
I'm looking for mills
Rock out guns and roses
Remember when it was just guns nigga
My daddy introduced me to my junky
Wasn't no fun nigga
Told me to watch the snakes
The grass was high
Hiss at me and I’ll cut out yo tongue nigga
Bitch I rep the 3
I creep with two cause I ain't the one nigga
I got plays like RPO
Doin bad give a bitch a RKO
I'd be lying if I said it was beef
Them niggas just hating on me. It ain’t smoke
My cousins raised me off to the —
I been putting shit up since I learned to reload
Cruc a mut
Play me get exposed
Had to play real. That shit ain't for show
Oh y'all drove? What the fuck y'all on bitch? Bet it aye
Nigga run up i paint his face like --cosmetics
All my childhood friends is gone. Them calls collector aye
That lil nigga four years in Already A Legend
Major bitch tryna drop my —-
I'm — collector. Boy don't play
Run through a line of you hating ass niggas like —-
——-
Bitch, this rap shit paying and 3 won't never —
Aye, was losing my mind, seen body and came to senses
I was tryna chill but niggas was saying my name like I'm hiding
I don’t play with you bitches. Bake ‘em
I bought ‘em the bitch transport like Jason Statham
That nigga is a sleeping giant. Why the fuck y’all wake ‘em?
—— black bag gang, aye
Hoes on you when you up and when you failing, aye
That's when I know this — shit so inconsistent
Won’t no nigga on Earth take me off my mission
I'm a rapper baby, but bitch i don't do no dissing
Catch up with his typewriting ass
Get hit with a hook. Look like I'm fishing
I couldn’t choose to use the rules
Confused by niggas. They act like women
DJ booth. Finna start remixing
A roach and a bowl is all in the kitchen (Gang)
Controlling the motion
——
Yo bitch on me. Nigga she like licking
Couldn't hold my dick even if I was pissin'
Came in with a pen and a pad for the —
But somehow the shit just keep going missing
Somehow these niggas just keep on picking
I'm wrong if I leave all they ass dippin' (Chill)
Throwing niggas out the front of they trap like Uncle Phil on 3's
I'm already what they love
Give a fuck what who you was
I change at will
I want my pockets to look like a Piccolo
Walk round this bitch smellin' like —-
My mama keep callin' me praying for chill
I sleep when I'm dead
I'm looking for mills
( Crucialbgr )
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