Lyrics: Branndan Drepaul
Music: Branndan Drepaul
They got me mad enough nigga ain’t come out when his homie ****ing shot it up
He claim he from the trenches but that shit ain’t adding up
Shoot that shot hit it from the back smoking on that nigga pack
I got 22 shots in this glizzy smoking **** we ain’t busy
****ed this ***** named lizzy know this gonna be a clip scene
Why the **** he throwing big cs **** this nigga he gon bleed
**** this nigga tryna diss me? look i heard this nigga got shot up in his top heard he tryna flex
His brother told on me no this nigga ain’t for the rest
**** this shit you thought you was about that
Shit until i dropped that shit (and i run up and i pop that shit)
Little shorty from the east she for the ****ing team man she sucking on my d while she sucking on the tеam
I don’t give a **** what this nigga really ****ing say i really stolе his ***** nigga really try exposing me
Why the **** you try exposing me? while your ***** is on my **** nigga i really facetimed you
You don’t wanna pick up you really missed out on all the ****ing fun until i shoot a couple of bullets
Nigga ain’t really about that shit nigga really tryna drop woo i don’t really care what you say about me
You a ***** from the start anyways and gang in the spot you know we get 30s and we shoot a couple shots to your face we don’t play these games
We knew you was a ***** from the start nigga we don’t play this shit
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