These niggas ain't runnin', shit but y'all mouth Fresh out the weight yard, ready to knock your ass out Breezo when you comin' home? bitch I'm on my way out Clips ain't got no curfew, they just fuckin' hang out, look
Take some shit to know who run it, I just drop 'em crazy Smack the clip, and like my bitch's weave, these Glocks came with extensions Forty thou in every pocket like I got a pension Money long, these hundreds blue just like the hair on Marge Simpson Chicago Bull, won't catch me slippin', I be on my pimpin' Black man in a pink with Timberwolves like I was Taj Gibson Rosé sippin', Cartier frames on my vision Chasin' women, I be touchin' hoes like I was Russel Simmons Two K for these bridges, Mister T like Robin Givens Breezo flow, this shit's a given, niggas like to bite my lyrics Percocets, it got me itchin', pistol it need 'stensions - ahh, plug me in, plug me in, plug me, aight bet Two K for these bridges, Mister T like Robin Givens Breezo flow, this shit's a given, niggas like to bite my lyrics Percocets, it got me itchin', pistol it need 'stensions You smoke midget, I'll be out this summer, I forgot to mention Shout out to Mo 'nem from the town, my niggas be on molly Sixty up to fifty ninth we bangin, rep the worst baldy If you wasn't 'round when I was down you better not fuckin' call me Stay from 'round me, forty on me, kickin' just like Ronda Rousey Off these meds I'm drowsy, foreign whips, I'm fuckin' clowning Pass the rock to AK, he shoot AK's like he Bob Cousy I'm ballin' like Anthony-Towns, I'm on the real I keep three bitches with me like [?] Swim with sharks, you bound to drown How they hit, you see that crown Funny niggas listen 'round If he turn up we blow him down AR shield will spin you 'round Chopper clip look like a frown Bitch we livin' young and wild I'm actin' up when I touch down Fuckin' hoes on tour, hammer on me like I'm Thor Keep my fuckin' blower, six-oh shit, these niggas knownin' I'll be home soon, that's a promise, niggas gon' be sick and vomit Four-five in my pocket, that old nigga sing like Carl Thomas, uh Chopper four-six, AK came with four sticks, uh These is bars behind bars, you better know it bitch, uh Rollies don't tick, niggas they be holdin' dick, uh Nigga, who run it? I got it for six hundred You talkin', you bluffin', they know how we comin' Six hundred, we gunnin'
These niggas ain't runnin', shit but y'all mouth Fresh out the weight yard, ready to knock your ass out Breezo when you comin' home? bitch I'm on my way out Clips ain't got no curfew, they just fuckin' hang out, look
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