Bitches always talkin' 'bout what they gon' do Who they wan' fuck with 'cause of this and that "Oh, he too young, oh, he ain't makin' nothin'" Bitch, we young and turnt on this side, ask about us Yeah, grown man Forever throwin' his 4's, but he his own man Heard both our ex was slappers, she love scammers, we got phones in Wrong scam
Free them boys, we got 'bows in, bitch If he ain't with me now, he told then, snitch All the real drugs get drove in whips Fuck whoever, on my mama, we the ones who run the 6 Free them boys, we got 'bows in, bitch If he ain't with me now, he told then, snitch All the real drugs get drove in whips Fuck whoever, on my nigga Nef, bitch, I run the 6
I get active still, my label know (CMG), yeah Just three months ago, y'all hated 4's, ow Fuck the opps, doggy, I hate them hoes, facts (Bitch) I can't even shop at Neimans, every nigga with me got a sack Every nigga with me movin' somethin' Send them 'bows, I can move two hundred Send them beans, I can move 'bout a thousand Still bustin' juggs, nigga, on my mama Still in the hood, know they seen that track Just lost five hundred, gotta get back If I don't, nigga, somethin' gettin' whacked I put that on Woody or I put that on Mac I want no beef, nigga, where that chicken? Big boy Harley, yeah, it's sittin' on sixes R.I.P. SJ, whole city miss you Probaby caught me on Pierson with all my thugs At least six hundred, nigga, all off drugs Do no cappin' (Nope) Whole gang 'bout action (What else?) Run off, we'll catch you (Come here)
Free them boys, we got 'bows in, bitch If he ain't with me now, he told then, snitch All the real drugs get drove in whips Fuck whoever, on my mama, we the ones who run the 6 Free them boys, we got 'bows in, bitch If he ain't with me now, he told then, snitch All the real drugs get drove in whips Fuck whoever, on my nigga Nef, bitch, I run the 6
Ayy, we don't give a fuck about nobody Last four weeks, we done caught four bodies All white on, runnin' with Yo Gotti On the East, doggy, or I'm in the O probably Rose gold, I don't never wear Foamposites Two bad bitches with me and they both solid Got my degree in the hood, I don't know college My son gon' graduate, nigga, and I bet that In the club where you'll get left at It ain't Fentanyl, cut it, don't stretch that Matter fact, test that shit Tryna tell you I trust that bitch We kill niggas, we don't hit no licks (At all) I'm lyin', ho, my niggas be robbin' We don't talk, bitch, my niggas got problems 4 Gang, they'll kill your honor Yeah, I love, but won't make no promise (Nope) Felt I'd blow, but I ain't Osama (Boom) 41, bitch, Barack Obama Get a lit one Which one, nigga? Yeah, pick one Hope all my niggas get one Help all my niggas get money For life, nigga, not just this summer (For life)
Free them boys, we got 'bows in, bitch If he ain't with me now, he told then, snitch All the real drugs get drove in whips Fuck whoever, on my mama, we the ones who run the 6 Free them boys, we got 'bows in, bitch If he ain't with me now, he told then, snitch All the real drugs get drove in whips Fuck whoever, on my nigga Nef, bitch, I run the 6Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
