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Put a bag on niggas head
Put a bag on niggas head
Put a bag on niggas head without tryin' to
Talk game, get him dead and I got you
You a bitch and you know the one who shot you
You ain't get no get-back, what would Von do?
Told the teacher I'ma shine, said, "Stop dreamin'"
How a nigga dodge the feds, they ain't wanna see it?
Fuck you, come and catch me in a Lamborghini
Had to let my wrist breathe, I was tired of freezin'
I won't let my life leave, always tote a semi
Put a bag on niggas head
Put a bag on niggas head without tryin' to
Talk game, get him dead and I got you
You a bitch and you know the one who shot you
You ain't get no get-back, what would Von do?
Told the teacher I'ma shine, said, "Stop dreamin'"
How a nigga dodge the feds, they ain't wanna see it?
Fuck you, come and catch me in a Lamborghini
Had to let my wrist breathe, I was tired of freezin'
I won't let my life leave, always tote a semi
Always tote a Glock, shake some, I'ma bust like a soda pop
Niggas playin' both sides, boy, you know you opp, for you it'll be no tomorrow
Why'd he spin his block? Already told 'em stop, don't wanna stop
Put a bougie bitch in Chanel with her toes out
Murder that she wrote, it's a murder I don't know 'bout
Dreams of arenas and friends it was-
Dreams of arenas and friends it was sold out
Pour up Codeine on PJs just to doze off
Society labeled me menace like O Dog
Chain got too many boogers, need a nose job
Ayy, group of pretty bitches, I just lust y'all
Let me take you on a date, all four of y'all
Fuck L2CSI3, yeah, I'm the type to spin for my respect, I never need a job
Niggas playin' both sides, boy, you know you opp, for you it'll be no tomorrow
Why'd he spin his block? Already told 'em stop, don't wanna stop
Put a bougie bitch in Chanel with her toes out
Murder that she wrote, it's a murder I don't know 'bout
Dreams of arenas and friends it was-
Dreams of arenas and friends it was sold out
Pour up Codeine on PJs just to doze off
Society labeled me menace like O Dog
Chain got too many boogers, need a nose job
Ayy, group of pretty bitches, I just lust y'all
Let me take you on a date, all four of y'all
Fuck L2CSI3, yeah, I'm the type to spin for my respect, I never need a job
Put a bag on niggas head without tryin' to (Tryin' to)
Talk game, get him dead and I got you (Got you)
You a bitch and you know the one who shot you (You know)
You ain't get no get-back, what would Von do?
Told the teacher I'ma shine, said, "Stop dreamin'" (Dreamin')
How a nigga dodge the feds, they ain't wanna see it? (See)
Fuck you, come and catch me in a Lamborghini (Catch me)
Had to let my wrist breathe, I was tired of freezin'