Aye it’s jd on this motherf#cka’, you know how this sh#t go
Yeah
That’s my n#gg#, that’s my dawg, that’s my homie foe
You crossin’ him, you crossin’ me, yeah that’s just how it go
Got shooters out of the state, to be right up in your home
I’m making calls to them n#gg#’s, yeah they be testing bro
So n#gg# check yo’ phone, out the trap i’m musty yo
This ain’t no rodeo, but she gon’ ride like a rodeo
I ain’t no phoney though, bust down on a rollie though
We in a foreign car, ridin’ round in that stolie though
I got shooters, i don’t play
f#ck with me so i don’t pay
b#tch come here she on her way, that’s what money do not fame
I see red dots, shoot like i’m dead shot
Demon in disguise, yeah lil n#gg# i let my ted talk
I let my ted talk, lil shorty make my bed rock
I got this forty on my waste, i watch yo’ head drop
We spin his block and we leave a couple dead opps
We spin his block and we leave a couple dead opps
And yo b#tch she in the cut she use no hands yeah
I got shooters from up north, they making bands yeah
She a groupie so she brought all of her friends yeah
Smokin’ loud and i’m drippin’ expensive brands yeah
Smokin’ cookie, i-i-i-i’m on that gas yeah
I-i-i’m on that gas yeah
I smoke your mans now he’s down bad on his #ss yeah
I smoke your mans now he’s down bad on his #ss yeah
Please don’t hit my dm’s, i don’t got time for discussions
Pull up in the pm, yeah i don’t got time for rushin’
b#tch she give me head, i don’t kiss or do no blushin’
Hit him with the stick, make sure he quiet he be hushin’
Pulled up on his b#tch give me a minute then i’m f#ckin’
Twenty minutes later she quit suckin’ then i nutted
I be in the trap and i ain’t never do no frontin’
I don’t pop no pills but this weed i smoke i’m lovin’
That’s my n#gg#, that’s my dawg, that’s my homie foe
You crossin’ him, you crossin’ me, yeah that’s just how it go
Got shooters out of the state, to be right up in your home
I’m making calls to them n#gg#’s, yeah they be testing bro
So n#gg# check yo’ phone, out the trap i’m musty yo
This ain’t no rodeo, but she gon’ ride like a rodeo
I ain’t no phoney though, bust down on a rollie though
We in a foreign car, ridin’ round in that stolie though
I got shooters, i don’t play
f#ck with me so i don’t pay
b#tch come here she on her way, that’s what money do not fame
I see red dots, shoot like i’m dead shot
Demon in disguise, yeah lil n#gg# i let my ted talk
Demon in disguise, yeah lil n#gg# i let my ted talk
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