| Lyrics | (Team MDN stupid)
Team mdn stupid (this duece hit his chest he’s a vegetable)
Team mdn stupid (bitch i got the tech if you want to be technical)
We know the truth look (team mdn tho)
Punchin cards livin in a free world like 8 mile
Go pick yo brother up he drownin’ in his blood with his face down
You ain’t want me when i was broke lol give me space now
This niggas think he it what the fuck he a straight clown
She was leavin me on seen now she mad she can’t fuck me
All these toys tryna talk i nicknamed the choppa chucky
Thesе charms around my neck you stupid if you feel lucky
We sent yo boy to gеt the woods we robbed him after he a flunky
Feel like R. Kelly in Detroit my opps gettin piston
Thought he was safe forty blew around his neck Fred flinstone
Loud mouths ah getchu popped lil brodie better watch his tone
Bitch this Glock bust skull like Steve Austin
N she swear she boutta bag well baby walk it how u talk it
Attach the switch on g19 just gotta hold it ain’t no pausin’
We was passin inda field switched sports now we ballin
I was fuckin brodie bitch he got mad he keep on callin’
Oops I got your bitch you want her back first let her slurp me
Baby A full of bone breakers we gone send that boy to surgery
She seen da team n threw her buns so i know lil baby heard of me
What the fuck done hit his body arp i know it hurt em
Tell em take it off his neck or get it ripped off
Probably slide n’ shoot his casket up they got me pissed off
Callin’ plays and execute it nigga like im Jared Goff
Slide and do his ass bad probably knock his head off
Buddha 1k you never heard of me
Caught his ass lackin’ burnt his ass to the first degree burglary’s
(got his ass) tell them niggas stop lying niggas not smokin’ me
Baby joker on his head gang and them pokin em (poke em up)
Go and slide wit em went back for your brother and you died
With em fell in love with the west bitch im ah slide with em
Throw a X back slide down and dome shot a nigga
Walk em down with fuck niggas this a FN
Threw a dick on the Glock like her thot bestfriend
Shit he hidin’ we gone wiggly hit his best man
He died before i even seen him guess that it was god plan
I guess im top opp i got Glocks for the opps
Now any nigga actin’ almighty gettin chopped down
Demon baby im in love when the chop sound
Fuck the opps im tryna slide and put a nigga in the ground
Duece hit his chest now he a vegetable
Bitch i got the tech if you want to be technical
He can't hang with the gang he’s not reputable
You slid with no bullets we was testin’ you
Hold on buddha grab the uh i think the opps outside
Alright brodie here i came im tryna let this big bitch fly
Grab the forty this nigga buff lets do him greasy like some popeyes
Bitch im from the west but ima wiggle down the southside niggaYou might also like |
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