Lil bitch, yeah
Lil bitch, yuh
[Hook - Blankfac3]
My nggas so down they in the ground
Smoke a opp flesh, yeah, right from the pound
I got wings on my head, yeah, I’m finna drown
I throw this shit up, ain’t no tearin’ it down
She wanna fuck, bae, not right now
I just bopped these nggas, so I gotta bounce
You mess with my brother, I’m bleedin’ it out
I’m sippin’ on blood, it’s making me howl
Told you who it is, but it’s still your [?]
[Verse 1 - Blankfac3]
Whole lotta birds on the jet right now
You don’t got a strap, ngga, don’t come ‘round
Hand me the dope, let me see if it’s loud
I got this stick with me it’s so loud
I got this stick with me but I’m coolin’
I’m living life just like a movie
I hope this hoe don’t think she could fool me
Imma just treat her ass like a groupie
Doin’ this shit how I want to, dawg, fuck around with the gang
Flippin’ this monеy I’m stuntin’, dawg, I just wan’ get me a Range
Fuckin’ that hoе, it was nothing dawg, I ain’t gon’ give her a ring
Probably won’t buy her a thing, I’m keepin’ it true to the gang
Keepin’ it true like Messi, keepin’ it true like Master P
Keepin’ it true like Silk tha Shokka, my lil nggas will rock the party
I know some nggas who rob the robbers, I know some nggas who’ll sew your momma
I’m from the slum where it’s plenty problems, stay out of that and get to the guala
To the bank, to the cheese ngga, to the fees ngga
Really real with the real ones, with the family, with the G’s, ngga
I don’t know bout the other shit, only thing I need is the weed, ngga
And the cheese, ngga
Ngga called, said he need the front, I’mma see ngga, I’mma see ngga
What I really felt, all this weight I really built
All these nggas gon’ get killed, they play around with the family, yeah
G5, I’m a big deal, got a cold heart, I’mma hit still
Poppin’ that pussy like tip drill, I ain’t tip nothin’, I rip still, okay
[Hook - Blankfac3]
My nggas so down they in the ground
Smoke a opp flesh, yeah, right from the pound
I got wings on my head, yeah, I’m finna drown
I throw this shit up, ain’t no tearin’ it down
She wanna fuck, bae, not right now
I just bopped these nggas, so I gotta bounce
You mess with my brother, I’m bleedin’ it out
I’m sippin’ on blood, it’s making me howl
Told you who it is, but it’s still your [?]
[Verse 2 - Paycheck 500]
2017, I was still sellin’ jeeps
Makin’ them hits, believe me now?
Bet this bitch wanna fuck, bet, wanna fuck right now?
Bet my ex wanna fuck, but she can’t have me now
Told my ex, yeah, look at me, look at me now
I’m still the same young ngga, yeah
We put a 100 in yo bed
I’m still the same young ngga
Count the money ‘til my fingers crack
I’m still the same young ngga
Bae, come to the mall then you gon’ get smashed
I’m still the same young ngga
I’m smokin’ a different type of thrax
I’m fucked in the head, I miss my bro but he still dead
It’s not my fault, we was poppin’ them pills and he got popped instead
Now it’s Walking Dead, study my drugs and I got me a Tec
Drugs take my pain, right out my vein, and it feels better than sex
Got about 100 rounds, got about 100 pounds
Smoke that shit until I’m gone, smoke that shit until I drown
Chokin’ on smoke, chokin’ on smoke, oh, oh, oh
(I’m chokin’ on smoke, I’m chokin’ on smoke, I’m lookin’ like a ghost)
Lil bitch, yuh
[Hook - Blankfac3]
My nggas so down they in the ground
Smoke a opp flesh, yeah, right from the pound
I got wings on my head, yeah, I’m finna drown
I throw this shit up, ain’t no tearin’ it down
She wanna fuck, bae, not right now
I just bopped these nggas, so I gotta bounce
You mess with my brother, I’m bleedin’ it out
I’m sippin’ on blood, it’s making me howl
Told you who it is, but it’s still your [?]
[Verse 1 - Blankfac3]
Whole lotta birds on the jet right now
You don’t got a strap, ngga, don’t come ‘round
Hand me the dope, let me see if it’s loud
I got this stick with me it’s so loud
I got this stick with me but I’m coolin’
I’m living life just like a movie
I hope this hoe don’t think she could fool me
Imma just treat her ass like a groupie
Doin’ this shit how I want to, dawg, fuck around with the gang
Flippin’ this monеy I’m stuntin’, dawg, I just wan’ get me a Range
Fuckin’ that hoе, it was nothing dawg, I ain’t gon’ give her a ring
Probably won’t buy her a thing, I’m keepin’ it true to the gang
Keepin’ it true like Messi, keepin’ it true like Master P
Keepin’ it true like Silk tha Shokka, my lil nggas will rock the party
I know some nggas who rob the robbers, I know some nggas who’ll sew your momma
I’m from the slum where it’s plenty problems, stay out of that and get to the guala
To the bank, to the cheese ngga, to the fees ngga
Really real with the real ones, with the family, with the G’s, ngga
I don’t know bout the other shit, only thing I need is the weed, ngga
And the cheese, ngga
Ngga called, said he need the front, I’mma see ngga, I’mma see ngga
What I really felt, all this weight I really built
All these nggas gon’ get killed, they play around with the family, yeah
G5, I’m a big deal, got a cold heart, I’mma hit still
Poppin’ that pussy like tip drill, I ain’t tip nothin’, I rip still, okay
[Hook - Blankfac3]
My nggas so down they in the ground
Smoke a opp flesh, yeah, right from the pound
I got wings on my head, yeah, I’m finna drown
I throw this shit up, ain’t no tearin’ it down
She wanna fuck, bae, not right now
I just bopped these nggas, so I gotta bounce
You mess with my brother, I’m bleedin’ it out
I’m sippin’ on blood, it’s making me howl
Told you who it is, but it’s still your [?]
[Verse 2 - Paycheck 500]
2017, I was still sellin’ jeeps
Makin’ them hits, believe me now?
Bet this bitch wanna fuck, bet, wanna fuck right now?
Bet my ex wanna fuck, but she can’t have me now
Told my ex, yeah, look at me, look at me now
I’m still the same young ngga, yeah
We put a 100 in yo bed
I’m still the same young ngga
Count the money ‘til my fingers crack
I’m still the same young ngga
Bae, come to the mall then you gon’ get smashed
I’m still the same young ngga
I’m smokin’ a different type of thrax
I’m fucked in the head, I miss my bro but he still dead
It’s not my fault, we was poppin’ them pills and he got popped instead
Now it’s Walking Dead, study my drugs and I got me a Tec
Drugs take my pain, right out my vein, and it feels better than sex
Got about 100 rounds, got about 100 pounds
Smoke that shit until I’m gone, smoke that shit until I drown
Chokin’ on smoke, chokin’ on smoke, oh, oh, oh
(I’m chokin’ on smoke, I’m chokin’ on smoke, I’m lookin’ like a ghost)
( Blankfac3 )
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