[Intro]
I'm beggin, begging you
So, put your loving hand out, baby
I'm beggin', beggin' you
So, put your loving hand
Why this beat so complex?
[Chorus]
I give her dick until she beggin'
I told her open up I'm trynna see that pussy spreading
If one nigga play, he gone get hit with that Mac 11
Bullet hit him in his dome, would have thought that he was shedding
He gambling his life like Stake, cause he betting
We pull up on the opp, ran his shots now he sweating
And now we gon shoot up the whole block, to send a message
Yeah we be raising hell, so we can send 'em to heaven
Cause they ain't fucking with da gang
[Post Chorus]
I'm beggin' beggin' you
Said i'm beggin' for an opp to try to play wit me
I'm trigger happy so you know that pistol stay with me
I'm beggin', beggin' you
To think that you could come and try to put me on the floor
'Cause we gon' knock 'em off the second he walk through the door
[Verse]
No one fucking with me
I'm feeling like I'm Adin, by my side I keep a glizzy
I started from nothing, now I'm taking over the city
Got me feelin like I'm Yeat, I told that bitch to go get busy
And you know that she a freak, she ride that dick until I'm dizzy
And shoutout to YRG, cause they always goin crazy
And I fuck with AMP, because they never tried to play me
I still fuck with SSB, we getting money on the daily
All that hate don't get to me
We at the top now, all of my niggas ready to shoot
I feel like DEO, you play we drop 'em off just like I'm Bruce
Now I'm a CEO, I control what all these niggas do
You would of thought that I was crippin', all this money that I blew
I'm finna catch me a body
I meditate before I kill 'em, like I'm SoLLUMINATI
We smoking on that gang pack
And you won't do nothin' about it
And I got my own drip, no I don't need a stylist
Yeah, I don't need a stylist
[Chorus]
I give her dick until she beggin'
I told her open up I'm trynna see that pussy spreading
If one nigga play, he gone get hit with that Mac 11
Bullet hit him in his dome, would have thought that he was shedding
He gambling his life like Stake, cause he betting
We pull up on the opp, ran his shots now he sweating
And now we gon shoot up the whole block, to send a message
Yeah we be raising hell, so we can send 'em to heaven
Cause they ain't fucking with da gang
[Post Chorus]
I'm beggin, beggin you
Said i'm beggin for an opp to try to play wit me
I'm trigger happy so you know that pistol stay with me
I'm beggin, beggin you
To think that you could come and try to put me on the floor
'Cause we gon' knock 'em off the second he walk through the door
I'm beggin, begging you
So, put your loving hand out, baby
I'm beggin', beggin' you
So, put your loving hand
Why this beat so complex?
[Chorus]
I give her dick until she beggin'
I told her open up I'm trynna see that pussy spreading
If one nigga play, he gone get hit with that Mac 11
Bullet hit him in his dome, would have thought that he was shedding
He gambling his life like Stake, cause he betting
We pull up on the opp, ran his shots now he sweating
And now we gon shoot up the whole block, to send a message
Yeah we be raising hell, so we can send 'em to heaven
Cause they ain't fucking with da gang
[Post Chorus]
I'm beggin' beggin' you
Said i'm beggin' for an opp to try to play wit me
I'm trigger happy so you know that pistol stay with me
I'm beggin', beggin' you
To think that you could come and try to put me on the floor
'Cause we gon' knock 'em off the second he walk through the door
[Verse]
No one fucking with me
I'm feeling like I'm Adin, by my side I keep a glizzy
I started from nothing, now I'm taking over the city
Got me feelin like I'm Yeat, I told that bitch to go get busy
And you know that she a freak, she ride that dick until I'm dizzy
And shoutout to YRG, cause they always goin crazy
And I fuck with AMP, because they never tried to play me
I still fuck with SSB, we getting money on the daily
All that hate don't get to me
We at the top now, all of my niggas ready to shoot
I feel like DEO, you play we drop 'em off just like I'm Bruce
Now I'm a CEO, I control what all these niggas do
You would of thought that I was crippin', all this money that I blew
I'm finna catch me a body
I meditate before I kill 'em, like I'm SoLLUMINATI
We smoking on that gang pack
And you won't do nothin' about it
And I got my own drip, no I don't need a stylist
Yeah, I don't need a stylist
[Chorus]
I give her dick until she beggin'
I told her open up I'm trynna see that pussy spreading
If one nigga play, he gone get hit with that Mac 11
Bullet hit him in his dome, would have thought that he was shedding
He gambling his life like Stake, cause he betting
We pull up on the opp, ran his shots now he sweating
And now we gon shoot up the whole block, to send a message
Yeah we be raising hell, so we can send 'em to heaven
Cause they ain't fucking with da gang
[Post Chorus]
I'm beggin, beggin you
Said i'm beggin for an opp to try to play wit me
I'm trigger happy so you know that pistol stay with me
I'm beggin, beggin you
To think that you could come and try to put me on the floor
'Cause we gon' knock 'em off the second he walk through the door
( Cuffem )
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