Mk
One take
Let’s go
Bolo
Don’t run, don’t run
At all, at all
Like
Bolo with me he totin’ the sitchy
Anti! pull up, he loadin’ the blicky
Yea they know who controllin’ the city
If he runnin’ up, malachi throwin’ fifty
And i know that the opps ain’t happy
Cause they know bro be totin’ on sally
She a sl#t, yea im callin’ her abbie
Your bro ain’t about none, you ain’t no baddie
These b#tches be mixy, opp sh#t
Your baby mama really be on some thot sh#t
Bro hop out the v and he flock it
Get, in your noggin, you think you on hots b#tch
Yea i’m goin’ retarded like josh b#tch
Step in the function, turn that to a mosh pit
Can’t stuff anymore in my pockets
Bro ootin’ like harden, he play with them rockets
Like what? like what?
Smokin’ on wooski, put him in a blunt
Like what? like what?
If we see taz in person, turn him into runtz
Light xander up right in front of his son
Bullets gon’ scorch quan like the sun
Brodie be droppin’ bodies just for fun
If we see ’em in person, you know that they run
I’m bound to get to money like kanye
Like fetty, these b#tches come my way
I’m about to be known around the tri state
f#ck brett, that b#tch is a light weight
The grind don’t stop, never settle
Always busy, yea i keep me a schedule
Bro stay with the heat like metal
f#ck taz, you ain’t even on my level
Ayo tessa, suck my dick
Ayo abbie, suck my dick
Don’t run, don’t trip, don’t run, don’t trip, that’s a new opp packed in a spliff
I’m with bolo, you know he be totin’ fifty
If i’m on a mission, bolo goin’ with me
Hit ’em, leave ’em crippled like a rollin’ sixty
I was on my own, had no one with me
Huh?
Like what?
N****, i had nobody with me
Slide on your block and i go and shoot fifty
Like dc the don, now come make a movie with me
He say he a ooter
But run it like ricky
I’m too reckless, i do the drill on a scooter
f#ck around, this n**** a b#tch, he a poodle
The opps be some fans, they watch how i maneuver
Like glah, glah
Why the f#ck he keep on runnin?
I’ma just go ahead and keep on dumpin’
If i ain’t got a knock, me and mk jump him
Came up from nothin’ to somethin’
I know your b#tch, i don’t make assumptions
His b#tch up in my crib, she suckin’ and f#ckin’
I got a paper cut from all these hundreds i’m thumbin’
Pass me the blick and i’m drummin’
Left his body on the ground and that sh#t got to stuckin’
Hit ’em so hard, it’s disgustin’
Hit him in his top, but i ain’t give him no concussion
Diss on my mans and i’m comin’
Slide in a v with my n**** rizzy, that’s my bousin
Think you gon’ off one, n**** you really dumb then
Too many knocks, bullet holes, end of discussion
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