| Lyrics | [Verse]
Uh
Uh, you old, this a iPhone, we don’t do beepers
Pussy nigga run up, leaving him dead
Feel like cracking a egg ‘cause it’s almost Easter
Chew the perc, then put the X in a liter
He capped on his feet, he gon’ die when I see him
Ain’t taking no photos but crop and-
Ain't taking no photos but crop and delete em’
Uh
Black lil nigga, but I hung ‘round the white kids
I was like twelve selling katy to the white bitch
Dean lil racist ass tried to get me out of there
Year of probation sounded like a life sentence
They couldn’t do nothing ‘cause I ain’t have shit on me
Bitch, stop rapping ‘cause you ain’t got shit on me
Can’t find you, we get yo’ little or big homie
He think he a young thug, like he with Rich Homie
Mm, nope
You niggas broke as fuck, man, stop that shit
I ain’t got time for this, she keep bugging and tweaking on me, man I’m finna block this bitch
Had to tell a lil bitch “Nah this ain’t that, and bitch that ain’t this”
Don’t call me if yo’ nigga black yo shit
Fuck you think I’m a hero, a captain, bitch?
Fucked that bitch nobody knew ‘bout it
Feeling like Scotty, lil bitch getting too hottie
If I don’t know you, lil bitch, I don’t do kindness
Popped that lil nigga, now what y’all gon’ do ‘bout it?
Pussy nigga think it’s a game like 2K, but it’s a SK and you die by it
Know who did that shit and ain’t slide ‘bout it
Play with the gang, give his soul to god, kindlyYou might also like |
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