Mighty just be killing it
He tried to bend through my block ’cause he know we the reason his mans got shot
We going live with the tools outside, broad day, I ain’t worried about the opps
We really just worried about the cops, I ain’t tryna get locked in that lil’ #ss box
But if we get caught on a drill, I don’t know who that is next to me with the Glock
All I heard was shots, shots, shots, shots
Brodie got life for a body, I just sending prayers and sh#t to his momma
We try load up them Glizzys and semis, pull up and we knock ’em up
Cut off my homie, that n#gg# was hating ’cause I had lil’ more guap
Remember I can’t get a ride, now them dumbass asking to come pick ’em up
Momma keep telling cut off them b#tches who be by the crib after I f#ck
We posted up on the 5 with a whole lot of guns, n#gg# tell me what’s up
I know this lil’ b#tch a thot by the way she keep sucking me off to my song
Cops try to ride on the block, if they hop out the Paddy I ain’t tryna stop
Six hundred for shoes that I only wanted to have lil’ b#tches on c#ck
I was just down on my dick, she ain’t want suck it, now she swallow my sons
I was stuck, stuck, stuck, stuck
She going so motherf#cking hard, taking all of my energy, she going dumb
I’m off a, lil’ baby, I’m willing, keep turning me up
Opps took my big homie, I’m tired of talking when opps who passing the gun
See, how the f#ck this n#gg# running around dissing on bro then his #ss got slumped
I know a b#tch who’ll give your location to me for a picture or something
Ever since I got my first millions views been gaining a lot of new opps
I guarantee, you pull up with your friends then a hundred shots sent to that car
They tried to get out and run but had popped, he ain’t make it far
I’m rolling, ain’t get help up
Roddy and Meechie the reason them f#ck n#gg#s know not to pop out the cut on us
I love my momma without her I would be stuck in a cell for a gun
The b#tches who love me, you cuffing, we f#cking and dumping
I ain’t trying stay at her house
Free the opps, opps, opps, opps
I slap a thirty inside of my pistol and put a lil’ beam on top
We used to FaceTime n#gg#s and tell ’em pop out on they block and we coming
Don’t run, don’t run, don’t run
Pull up, we send hot sh#t
Free the gang, n#gg#
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