Yeah
Gang
Switches and drakes
Yeah
Man that shit i said about
Do ain't right that
They ain't like that
Man them seven six two's off to his face
And he can't fight
That
Niggas talking about who they killed in here
On my pipe
It ain't gonna lie
I don't need no cash
It takes two purse to get your life snatch
I'm a gangster you can't name a rap
From the other side ain't die yet
I ain't taking threats to man
That killed your man
Ain't die yet
Phone don't take your shit
I can't i argue with them bad back
Since you whooping like you killing
Grab your gun and slide back
Been in my a i just got back
Just from new bottom in sixteen
Look at cray cray call them babe blade
Pull up screaming watch them spin
Ain't no coming back from shit
I'm not the type to make amends
Penthouse suite a tsa
The only place i'm checking in
Didn't get you yet but got your man
I heard they pulled the triple spin
Let's celebrate and crack a eight
I'm on that walk with trip again
I'm still stuck on what you said
What the f**u mean you scared
Since they can't keep me off they mind
I'm tryna put one in they head
First it was i beef now you talking bout
It's my beef they playing both sides
Lil bro keep them folks from 'round
Me a t up and hit the block
Like every day tryna sweep
Something of stand on that business
I let zoo put on my budget
You can't name a n**a from the other side
Ain't died yet i ain't taking threats
The man that killed your man's ain't died yet
Phone don't take your shit
I cannot argue with 'em bad back
Since you would feel like you killin'
Grab your gun and slide back
Shawty gave me seven fifty
I ain't get fresh i went bought strapped
How much cash they got for g
Tell 'em we gon' triple that finesse
The grower told him i ain't like it
He said send it back
All my brothers case dismiss we got a lawyer
N**a we don't rap boy
Your life don't call house a vet
All that wolfing on the net
Tell your big brother he next trapping
Fitting all out of cat
My big bro had told me chilling rap
I'm like f**k
All that niggas want that smoke
Until they lungs collapse
I turn my hood out rack
Every now we got got switches
On it with a drum attached
Ask a last n**a try to turn to a jet
Ain't no out running that rep
Like they killed red
What i do
Flew to the crib
And spin again and spin again
And spin again to
Some dead some dead
Some see it from me
