Started this shit now niggas wanna follow
Nigga want smoke so I gave the nigga a hollow
His bitch kept crying so I gave her ass the bottle
And I got gass like we just won the lotto
Smoking on opps nigga wanna rap about the Glock
I’ll put his ass in a box so let’s send shots
He a running back with the Glock
He’ll really act like he pop
Ten bans in that wall and I ain’t even touch that
She got ass so I gotta touch that
He won’t last so I gotta fuck that
So I hit the A gap then I gotta cut back
Touchdown scores she in love with the goat
I’m in love with my music I don’t love on no hoe
Started from the No now I made it to the bay
To fuckin' ahead no this ain’t for the race
No hе a bitch he ain’t ready to go
You know he a bitch hе ain’t upping the score
This ain’t a skit bitch we ready for war
Claim he a pit I’ll turn into Vick like magic
No look and assist she don’t even know
She think it’s a skit fuck the front door
We in the back in this bitch skiz on the road
With bag full of licks
Ready for war ain’t no flaws in my bars
And we don’t do no make believe we send him straight to the stars
And remember cold nights when shit really was hard
Like shit ain’t even going right I reminisce though that part
Ready for war ain’t no flaws in my bars
And we don’t do no make believe we send him straight to the stars
And remember cold nights when shit really was hard
Like shit ain’t really going right I reminisce though
Hate to lose but I love to win
Something like the devil all i know is the fuckin' sin
Locked up did a whole year in that fuckin' bitch
Young skiz fresh out the motherfuckin' pen just cop the zip
Now it’s time to fuckin' flip gotta get this money bitch
I gotta stack my fuckin' chips I ain’t never been a snitch
I ain’t never been a bitch you can ask my whole click
Nigga ain’t switched left a nigga wholly like some swish cheese
Broke yo pockets now they empty
Like we at dinner I need that fuckin' check pleases
So you know you gotta run it in fuck making friends bitch
I rather make them fuckin' bans bitch
I need that money it will never end
Till I’m riding in a foreign it’s a fuckin' Benz
Or I’m in that vet it go skirt skirt
Put yo nigga on a shirt cause
We riding by through your mother fuckin' block
What you know you opp nigga watch you’ll get shot
I’ma motherfuckin' drop you
Like this song nigga I go nuts l like cashews
In the streets we watch you
Ready for war ain’t no flaws in my bars
And we don’t do no make believe we send him straight to the stars
And remember cold nights when shit really was hard
Like shit ain’t even going right I reminisce though that part
Ready for war ain’t no flaws in my bars
And we don’t do no make believe we send him straight to the stars
And remember cold nights when shit really was hard
Like shit ain’t really going right I reminisce though
Nigga want smoke so I gave the nigga a hollow
His bitch kept crying so I gave her ass the bottle
And I got gass like we just won the lotto
Smoking on opps nigga wanna rap about the Glock
I’ll put his ass in a box so let’s send shots
He a running back with the Glock
He’ll really act like he pop
Ten bans in that wall and I ain’t even touch that
She got ass so I gotta touch that
He won’t last so I gotta fuck that
So I hit the A gap then I gotta cut back
Touchdown scores she in love with the goat
I’m in love with my music I don’t love on no hoe
Started from the No now I made it to the bay
To fuckin' ahead no this ain’t for the race
No hе a bitch he ain’t ready to go
You know he a bitch hе ain’t upping the score
This ain’t a skit bitch we ready for war
Claim he a pit I’ll turn into Vick like magic
No look and assist she don’t even know
She think it’s a skit fuck the front door
We in the back in this bitch skiz on the road
With bag full of licks
Ready for war ain’t no flaws in my bars
And we don’t do no make believe we send him straight to the stars
And remember cold nights when shit really was hard
Like shit ain’t even going right I reminisce though that part
Ready for war ain’t no flaws in my bars
And we don’t do no make believe we send him straight to the stars
And remember cold nights when shit really was hard
Like shit ain’t really going right I reminisce though
Hate to lose but I love to win
Something like the devil all i know is the fuckin' sin
Locked up did a whole year in that fuckin' bitch
Young skiz fresh out the motherfuckin' pen just cop the zip
Now it’s time to fuckin' flip gotta get this money bitch
I gotta stack my fuckin' chips I ain’t never been a snitch
I ain’t never been a bitch you can ask my whole click
Nigga ain’t switched left a nigga wholly like some swish cheese
Broke yo pockets now they empty
Like we at dinner I need that fuckin' check pleases
So you know you gotta run it in fuck making friends bitch
I rather make them fuckin' bans bitch
I need that money it will never end
Till I’m riding in a foreign it’s a fuckin' Benz
Or I’m in that vet it go skirt skirt
Put yo nigga on a shirt cause
We riding by through your mother fuckin' block
What you know you opp nigga watch you’ll get shot
I’ma motherfuckin' drop you
Like this song nigga I go nuts l like cashews
In the streets we watch you
Ready for war ain’t no flaws in my bars
And we don’t do no make believe we send him straight to the stars
And remember cold nights when shit really was hard
Like shit ain’t even going right I reminisce though that part
Ready for war ain’t no flaws in my bars
And we don’t do no make believe we send him straight to the stars
And remember cold nights when shit really was hard
Like shit ain’t really going right I reminisce though
( Legaxy )
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