Stuck with no league yeah
I say we bussing yo head
Big four, we sliding till he down like he get stuck with no lead
And If he talking on big brother he get stuck with no league
And If we catch him while he walking then we stop his heart beat
And If he ever talk on brother then we bussing yo head
Big four, we sliding till he down like he get stuck with no lead
And If he talking on big brother he get stuck with no league
And If we catch him while he walking then we stop his heart beat
And If he ever talk on brother then we bussing yo head
I keep taking all these drugs I keep smoking this weed
And If he ever run up on me then we killing his team
How the f#ck you n#gg#s rappers yall can’t even half read
And If he ever talk on brother then we bussing yo head
Its just me and my brother n#gg# know we don dada
You gotta watch yo f#cking homies like which one is a rada
I done seen so much damn sh#t you don’t know what i done saw
If a p#ss# n#gg# play then we shooting ya jaw
Rada rada rada rada like who tryna shoot with me
b#tch we’ll run up in yo sh#t give me yo sh#t get on yo knees
We always aiming for the head we never aim for the feet
Gangster sh#t real life sh#t b#tch we be sipping on codeine
Im like we spinning on these n#gg#s tryna find where they be
We steady looking for the opps but they ain’t looking for me
If a b#tch n#gg# play we put him in the ground like a tree
Im like we sliding till he down like he get stuck with no lead
Big four, we sliding till he down like he get stuck with no lead
And If he talking on big brother he get stuck with no league
And If we catch him while he walking then we stop his heart beat
And If he ever talk on brother then we bussing yo head
Big four, we sliding till he down like he get stuck with no lead
And If he talking on big brother he get stuck with no league
And If we catch him while he walking then we stop his heart beat
And If he ever talk on brother then we bussing yo head
I called that hoe once never called her again
We spinning ya block we spin in a benz
We kill all ya homies we shoot at ya hand
Better take notes where the f#ck is ya pen
Cause b#tch we is rich we holding them bands
If yo #ss play we shooting ya freind
We spinning ya block like a damn ceiling fan
Yo #ss is gone die If you still even standing b#tch
b#tch we hopping out on block b#tch we killing every opp
If a n#gg# wanna play then his f#cking heart gone stop
You’ll think that n#gg# passed out the way his f#cking body dropped
All that n#gg# gone see is heaven he won’t even hear a pop
Im a f#cking mad man don’t make me get up out my top
You n#gg#s jewerly and money is fake you p#ss# n#gg#s be using props
b#tch we got choppas you get soaked with mops
Watch yo damn homies like which ones is gone swap
I don’t f#ck with nobody everybody’s a damn opp
I ain’t scared of nobody we killing them cops
A b#tch n#gg# play his #ss gone get popped
We got every gun we done cleared the damn shop
n#gg#s know what up with me we spinning ya block
Big four, we sliding till he down like he get stuck with no lead
And If he talking on big brother he get stuck with no league
And If we catch him while he walking then we stop his heart beat
And If he ever talk on brother then we bussing yo head
Big four, we sliding till he down like he get stuck with no lead
And If he talking on big brother he get stuck with no league
And If we catch him while he walking then we stop his heart beat
And If he ever talk on brother then we bussing yo head
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