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[B Lovee]
(Glo made that beat?)
Grrah
Grrah-grrah
Look
Fuck all the opps we gon'
First think its sweet, we gon' click at his hat
Fed's on our ass but we makin' it
Look
[B Lovee]
Fuck all the opps, spin the front and the back
If we catch a opp lackin', we click at his hat
Fed's on our ass but we makin' it tact'
I'm bussin', I'm geekin', I can not relax
You lovin' that thot, but we hit her in the trap
(Glo made that beat?)
Grrah
Grrah-grrah
Look
Fuck all the opps we gon'
First think its sweet, we gon' click at his hat
Fed's on our ass but we makin' it
Look
[B Lovee]
Fuck all the opps, spin the front and the back
If we catch a opp lackin', we click at his hat
Fed's on our ass but we makin' it tact'
I'm bussin', I'm geekin', I can not relax
You lovin' that thot, but we hit her in the trap
If he throw up OY then he meetin' his death
I'ma tweak on a bitch if she droppin' the set
Pour a deuce in a Faygo, I sip for the stress
[B Lovee]
If he movin' wocky then I'm bound to react
Bullets beat on his chest and then come out his back
Who lookin' for me? They know where I'm at
He come through my way, put the beam on his chest
I be tryna trust, she keep lyin' to me
Bitches out here, they be dyin' to meet
Everywhere that I go, keep the iron on me
I'm too deep in this shit, niggas plottin' on me
One in the head, heard he slidin' on me
You get caught at the light then I'm flockin' the V'
I see the opps, I ain't coppin' a plea
I'ma tweak on a bitch if she droppin' the set
Pour a deuce in a Faygo, I sip for the stress
[B Lovee]
If he movin' wocky then I'm bound to react
Bullets beat on his chest and then come out his back
Who lookin' for me? They know where I'm at
He come through my way, put the beam on his chest
I be tryna trust, she keep lyin' to me
Bitches out here, they be dyin' to meet
Everywhere that I go, keep the iron on me
I'm too deep in this shit, niggas plottin' on me
One in the head, heard he slidin' on me
You get caught at the light then I'm flockin' the V'
I see the opps, I ain't coppin' a plea
I got new opps I been dyin' to meet
If he uppin' on me, then he dyin' on me
No I ain't gon' play, I'm gon' up it and flame
Niggas talkin' on bro, make him dance like he Dane
And he hit the floor, put some feets on his brain
I don't need to be broke to go snatch me a chain
I don't need me a pill to go put in some pain
BigDieY, we ain't jackin' that gang
If he scream RPT, then we lettin' it flame
We get money, we get tipsy
It get ugly, clips empty
So don't try to run 'cause I'm gon' get risky
We gon' run if he run, I'm gon' turn him to Ricky
Get the addy, we right at his doormat
First one come to the door, make 'em fall back
Young shooters, I swear that they on that
They get it done and they spinnin' the four pack
If he uppin' on me, then he dyin' on me
No I ain't gon' play, I'm gon' up it and flame
Niggas talkin' on bro, make him dance like he Dane
And he hit the floor, put some feets on his brain
I don't need to be broke to go snatch me a chain
I don't need me a pill to go put in some pain
BigDieY, we ain't jackin' that gang
If he scream RPT, then we lettin' it flame
We get money, we get tipsy
It get ugly, clips empty
So don't try to run 'cause I'm gon' get risky
We gon' run if he run, I'm gon' turn him to Ricky
Get the addy, we right at his doormat
First one come to the door, make 'em fall back
Young shooters, I swear that they on that
They get it done and they spinnin' the four pack
[Dougie B]
(AAAAOOOO)
Step in my shoes, that shit give you the chills
Got a mil' on my name, every deal is a mil'
I ain't dissin' no mo', niggas tellin' me chill
Swisher Sweet, it been tweak, give a fuck how you feel
If he mention the dead, bet he flyin' with Dub'
I ain't speak on the dead cause I really got love
Oh they linked in the back? Then the feature a dub
(AAAAOOOO)
Now look, one false move then I blast in this bitch, like
One quick spin, yeah, we clappin' 'em quick
If you scream the wrong gang, we ain't havin' that shit
Gotta stay in one side, gotta die with that clique
And when I come around niggas laughin' and shit
But when I'm not around they be chattin' and shit
Never settle for nothin', gotta keep it buggin'
If she try to line, I'ma die with the bitch
Grrah-grrah, bah-bah, bussin' and shit
GBG, DOA, up in this shit
Ain't no love in this bitch, give a fuck who you wit'
Big EBK, give a fuck who you is
[B Lovee]
Fuck all the opps, spin the front and the back
If we catch a opp lackin', we click at his hat
Fed's on our ass but we makin' it tact'
I'm bussin', I'm geekin', I can not relax
You lovin' that thot, but we hit her in the trap
And when I come around niggas laughin' and shit
But when I'm not around they be chattin' and shit
Never settle for nothin', gotta keep it buggin'
If she try to line, I'ma die with the bitch
Grrah-grrah, bah-bah, bussin' and shit
GBG, DOA, up in this shit
Ain't no love in this bitch, give a fuck who you wit'
Big EBK, give a fuck who you is
[B Lovee]
Fuck all the opps, spin the front and the back
If we catch a opp lackin', we click at his hat
Fed's on our ass but we makin' it tact'
I'm bussin', I'm geekin', I can not relax
You lovin' that thot, but we hit her in the trap
If he throw up OY then he meetin' his death
I'ma tweak on a bitch if she droppin' the set
Pour a deuce in a Faygo, I sip for the stress
Droppin' a O, we keep it official
'Sup DieOY? We gon' keep an assist
Lets tweak on a bitch
That's BigDieOY, we gon keep all the shit
I'ma tweak on a bitch if she droppin' the set
Pour a deuce in a Faygo, I sip for the stress
Droppin' a O, we keep it official
'Sup DieOY? We gon' keep an assist
Lets tweak on a bitch
That's BigDieOY, we gon keep all the shit
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