LYRICS:

I don't like to talk unless we talking bread
He talking 'bout my gang he a dead man walking, walking dead
If I call up lil Greg, he gon' slide down like a fucking sled
Big ass rock in my ear, I couldn't even hear what you fucking said
Call my dog he chalking
Big ass choppa, turn you to Steve Hawkins
Like some dreads I'm locked in
Got some bread and now these hoes they flocking
Fake ass niggas flauging, ROP we mobbing
Cut the snakes I'm cropping 
Hoe mad that she stalking me, me, me

Me, me, me
Came in with lil bbb, you toting bbb's
Slide with hammers like King Dedede, dedede
On his head just like some beady beads, beady beads
Your bitch give me head like DDT, yeah yeah DDT
Your bitch she hippity hop on the d
Brand new whip, don't got no keys
Puffing on za, niggas smoking on reef'
Yeah, chop make him run like Tyreek
Yeah, your music ass yeah it stink
Uh, putting on for my team
Yeah, bad hoe like to swipe visas
Paint her face like-, damn
Paint her face, Mona Lisa
I don't want her you can keep her
Yeah, with my dog just like Kiba
Yeah, boutta blow like a creeper
Bad bitch give me brain like a teacher
Yeah, we gon' put him on a t-shirt
Pull out that glock, nigga nice to meet ya
Damn, neck cold like a freezer
So I got to carry my heater
Yeah, hoe acting like I need her
Bitch, you just my favorite eater
Damn, in the field like-, fuck
In the field Derek Jeter
Damn, counting chips no pita
Ride with that griffin nigga no Peter

I don't like to talk unless we talking bread
He talking 'bout my gang he a dead man walking, walking dead
If I call up lil Greg, he gon' slide down like a fucking sled
Big ass rock in my ear, I couldn't even hear what you fucking said
Call my dog he chalking
Big ass choppa, turn you to Steve Hawkins
Like some dreads I'm locked in
Got some bread and now these hoes they flocking
Fake ass niggas flauging, ROP we mobbing
Cut the snakes I'm cropping 
Hoe mad that she stalking me, me, me

Stalkin (Prod. Bryalle & Swish)

creole

rock wit it *prod zeegoinxrazy*

gotham

draco , drako pt 2

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Wa-ah
Wy-ah

Wa-ah
Wy-ah

Wy-ah
Say you gettin’ money pants on fire
Hit the curb & scratch the tire
Roll up a 3.5 mix it with grabba 
I could show you my feelings 
It just won’t matter
Bae
I fucked you better yea when i had ya
Dang
She gave me sloppy yea she a gagger
Niggas turn to backstabba’s
They like keel you mad dapper

You talk crazy i’m gon’ slap you
I go brazy i won’t cap you
Cop try tase me fuck round pack you
Bitch gon’ crazy think i’ll mack you
You gone lazy i run pass you
Patrick Swayze how they act too
What you claimin’ bro might ask you
Huah

What’s the dell though
This bitch ask me for a gucci mink
Just go to hell bro
this nigga just tryna work for free 
Yea that’s a hell no
All that passin’ shit won’t work for me
Can’t hit my rello 
Bro got locked up on that first degree 
I get his bail though

Free all mine out that jail though
Bro still got za for sale though
That pack just hit my mail hoe
Yea
That pack just hit my mail again
Take one puff then inhale again
He told one time he’ll tell again

Wy-ah
Say you gettin’ money pants on fire
Hit the curb & scratch the tire
Roll up a 3.5 mix it with grabba 
I could show you my feelings 
It just won’t matter
Bae
I fucked you better yea when i had ya
Dang
She gave me sloppy yea she a gagger
Niggas turn to backstabba’s
They like keel you mad dapper

act like it

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