Look, big wings On a nigga like the emblem with the big B’s Me and Tony two players like a split screen I put my shooters on yo ass like some skinny jeans And they goin' show up, poled up, shootin' anything Cause they know a nigga breaded like some chicken wings So for me they get it poppin' like it’s in the grease I have my youngins take your life and give it to me I swear them niggas ain’t right like 50 degrees Zoro when I cut it leave her with the big Z’s And she gonna chew a nigga up cause i’m big league You niggas small ball All my niggas ball hogs Shooters whack you with that iron like a golf ball Put a hole in a nigga with the sawed off Say he want beef but you niggas all talk But we can still shoot about it like a false call Body on the stretcher why he gettin' hauled off And have his niggas all lost yelling aww nah All y’all dogs should have been toting though But I still feel like i put the wings on a nigga like he OVO

Niggas fake as fuck That’s why i choose to hug a pole Had to bear up Fill a hater up with shells like he layin' numb Pockets healthy just like Gucci tryna keep it up I can hit your bitch just gotta spend the day with her Give her dick she sport it good, like i’m payin' her Fresh as hell, be on point like Deadshot Shawty let me slide in like the Red Box Got a man ha, I want neck, headlock Takin' bitches think I’m Future look who Scottie Pippen Like he seen a magic trick he wonder how I did it You know I had to bag his bitch but ain’t no body in it No details how I did it My bitch crazy and I’m crazy I’m Joker she Harley Quinn I be all up in her water like tryna learn how to swim Haters tryna block the shine like a nigga rockin' a brim If the snakes up in the grass Imma stomp the yard in some Timbs

Bitch it’s YOLO, fuck the po-po Don’t go nowhere without the 4−0, that’s a no-no Up on 'em like i pop a no-doze Let him hold those Bitch I’m a dog on a gold road like I’m Toto But I don’t follow up a chase behind no bitch It ain’t no frito niggas lays behind those chips I got brothers in the grave that I so miss Got dogs fighting in a cage, no Michael Vick Harry Potter with that stick on a snitch You know how we playin' if they sending shots in them 6 Then we keep spraying Preacher talking 'bout turn a cheek, fuck what he sayin' Kill him and it’s justified sin, but we keep prayin' In a world where majority sleep, horribly weak And they slaughter when they order the sheet God sharpening my sword and bitch i’m going for the cheek Make sure I give 'em everything before I’m goin to sleep

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