| Lyrics | Whatcha trina say bitch
Been outa the game, felt a big itch
We back in the stu
Making bangers for you
Saving the rap game is our new fix
A year gone by and theres nothing to say
J Cole is still trash and fucking gay
I had a nice girl, but now its gone
Im talking about her new guys hairline you mong
Flowin is just what i do
Back in 01 rappin with biggie and 2
ATC gang, we reppin our crew
Shots fired, an M8 will do
You like beef, well I prefer mine raw
You will be comin home with a broken jaw
This is not a threat its a promise bro
Mess with my guys you'll need a Car Star tow
You count me out
Then deal me in
Im not known for bluffin but ill bluff until i win
Raise your hand at me
Well ill be sure to call
Keep you thinking your in the game
Thats the key to it all
If you dont want smoke
Why you lightin the fire
Lowkey you a cryer
At the end of the day
We here to stay
No girls in our way
We makin that payYou might also like |
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