VERSE:
My youngins they kill shit
Like they gone off a trippy stick
30 shots in the 40 bro
Ridin round wit that rubber grip
Niggas dyin out here fast
I'm in the cut and i'm throwin shit
Fn's be foldin shit
I'm wit a hoe and shit loadin shit
Don't slip be focused bitch
They takin lives but we onto shit
Can't trust no bitch ether
She a set u up they cold as shit
Shoot a thot I don't give a fuck
She talk to feds i'll hit her up
I'm dumpin shit i'm dumpin shit
It a pick u up like trash trucks
Ridin round that 8 tucked
You fu fu u fruit boy
Talkin shit get ya grape bust
We shoot you fake boy
4 and a baby we need it baby
I bust it down and I scrape boy
Talkin crazy
Like m-80's we light shit and we make noise
These niggas rat's these nigga snakes
Can't fuck wit them cuz them niggas jakes
A1 since day 1 they tookin my sayin
Them niggas fake
Carter lane since day 98
Since huggies and hot fries
My bros they pop guys
And we bout the chicken like popeyes
My shooters they dot eyes and they cross t's they straight murk
Trap house near a trap house near a trap house movin straight work
In the game like bron james but i'm shootin shit like curry first
I ain't got no talk for niggas i walk through niggas like boss work
Yeah
I got a fetish for lettuce
Mac-11 wit a cooler u gone lose we can bet it
I got youngins on my block and they gone chop won't regret it
U could talk it like u walk it u get lit up wit 7
Ain't no talkin to me wrong I be trippin wit ratchetts
They don't want this kind of war cuz we be strapped wit vendetta
When u lose one of ya niggas u could feel like me nigga
I ain't worried bout a opp cuz i'm killin dem niggas
Catch em lackin on this block throw the steel to dat nigga
I be thinkin bout da bread I ain't feelin you niggas
And u know i'm from the lane baby
It ain't the same but u know it's wa gang baby ha ha
My youngins they kill shit
Like they gone off a trippy stick
30 shots in the 40 bro
Ridin round wit that rubber grip
Niggas dyin out here fast
I'm in the cut and i'm throwin shit
Fn's be foldin shit
I'm wit a hoe and shit loadin shit
Don't slip be focused bitch
They takin lives but we onto shit
Can't trust no bitch ether
She a set u up they cold as shit
Shoot a thot I don't give a fuck
She talk to feds i'll hit her up
I'm dumpin shit i'm dumpin shit
It a pick u up like trash trucks
Ridin round that 8 tucked
You fu fu u fruit boy
Talkin shit get ya grape bust
We shoot you fake boy
4 and a baby we need it baby
I bust it down and I scrape boy
Talkin crazy
Like m-80's we light shit and we make noise
These niggas rat's these nigga snakes
Can't fuck wit them cuz them niggas jakes
A1 since day 1 they tookin my sayin
Them niggas fake
Carter lane since day 98
Since huggies and hot fries
My bros they pop guys
And we bout the chicken like popeyes
My shooters they dot eyes and they cross t's they straight murk
Trap house near a trap house near a trap house movin straight work
In the game like bron james but i'm shootin shit like curry first
I ain't got no talk for niggas i walk through niggas like boss work
Yeah
I got a fetish for lettuce
Mac-11 wit a cooler u gone lose we can bet it
I got youngins on my block and they gone chop won't regret it
U could talk it like u walk it u get lit up wit 7
Ain't no talkin to me wrong I be trippin wit ratchetts
They don't want this kind of war cuz we be strapped wit vendetta
When u lose one of ya niggas u could feel like me nigga
I ain't worried bout a opp cuz i'm killin dem niggas
Catch em lackin on this block throw the steel to dat nigga
I be thinkin bout da bread I ain't feelin you niggas
And u know i'm from the lane baby
It ain't the same but u know it's wa gang baby ha ha
( BoomanSelfMade )
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