We finna slide down and shoot till the mufukin lights out 
we chasing that lil fuckin bitch that pistol on me and it make no fucking sound
 Brodie want war with the gang
 pussy boy you cannot hang
 bad bitch know my name 
bad bitch cause me pain 
don’t try grab my chain
 diamonds on me hang 
3ks up in the trunk fill up with led it blow your brain pussy boy we not the same
 you cannot ride with the gang 
Bitch, we in that
Cullinan with the five guys popping pains
 three glocks up in the trunk it melt your￼
 face mask on Michael Myers I ain’t catch no case
 Brodie want war but I fucked his lil bih face￼
 dick so long I hit that lil bih brain 
My shootas get payed up through dat Zelle
 brodie try n touch me wish him well 
Glock just might gay it blow u well 
caught that lil bih slipping all the directions
 forty on me and I think you should test it 
Bullets get flying this shit don’t get hectic
SRT spinning and burning dimensions
 two bands up on my wrist you can’t get it 
your bitch trynna fuck I’m like bitch come kick it 
yo bitch want me cause I got the chicken 
a mil on my house bitch that’s how I’m living
(Sanii)

yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, huh, huh, huh, huh, cmon, cmon
cause we finna slide down
mike tyson we knocking his lights out
he piped up, pussy boy pipe down
made a wrong turn, pullin da pipe out
up to god, dat boy on a flight now
in dis building, smell like stank
50 on my pinky, up dis bitch and u could skate
put a 50 on dis drizzy, up dis bitch, and eat his face
we stay posted in his city, when we catch em', he gon faint, bitch
im finna dip from da cops, ina bently mulsanne, ima push over dis bih
bending da muhfuckin' shoulder, im flippin' it over, way dat im drifting dis bih
fine shyt wanna come over, taking it down, ima get in dat bitch
fine shyt all in my head, losing my cool, i can't control dis bitch
let da steel hit em
if he got some issues, let my potna' deal wit em
we in dat 4 door, matte black truck, ima peel wit em'
if he ain't gon send dat bread, i cannot appear wit em
bread winner, i get real cheese, on sum green shi
you boutta lose ya mind, do em shlime, he to green bitch
im might do sum time, get caught wit fye, on sum real shi
(Nate)

We finna slide down and shoot till the mufukin lights out 
we chasing that lil fuckin bitch that pistol on me and it make no fucking sound
 Brodie want war with the gang
 pussy boy you cannot hang
 bad bitch know my name 
bad bitch cause me pain 
don’t try grab my chain
 diamonds on me hang 
3ks up in the trunk fill up with led it blow your brain pussy boy we not the same
 you cannot ride with the gang 
Bitch, we in that
Cullinan with the five guys popping pains
 three glocks up in the trunk it melt your
 face mask on Michael Myers I ain’t catch no case
 Brodie want war but I fucked his lil bih face
 dick so long I hit that lil bih brain

nate.loww

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