Letras
(So, was-was you upset that he didn't know you?)
(That-nah bro!)
(It was just when he said he was gone knock something off of my chin, though)
(He gotta prove that!)
I just hit the OC
Linked with JermLean
I just popped me a bean
I mean like two or three
You think you a factor, you really a mini-me
Not fazed by your team
You niggas ain't did a thing
Speak down on us but low-key you's a fan, nigga
On god, niggas better pray that this jam, nigga
Light day but I got smoke, who want it?
(This a matte black .44 with a 50-round)
I can't play with none these hoes, put no love in 'em
I can't play with none these niggas, on bruh nem
Light day but I got smoke, who want it?
This a matte black .44 with a 50-round drum on it
I can't play with none these hoes, put no love in 'em
I can't play with none these niggas, on bruh nem
Them niggas track stars, these bullets gone run at niggas
I say go get 'em, the bros won't fumble it
I can't play with none these hoes, put no love in 'em
I can't play with none these niggas, on bruh nem
Light day but I got smoke, who want it?
This a matte black .44 with a 50-round drum on it
Two tone blowing me up, saying that he want a nigga
Snake ass niggas on the homie line tryna come at me
Ain't gotta say no fucking names, niggas know what it is
If the shoe don't fit you, how you mad your brudda and 'em
Shut your mouth you lil bitch ass nigga, don't come at me
Niggas mad low key, they fans loving me
Give a fuck 'bout what transpired, ain't no sonning me
You's a hoe
That's why you mad, ask your brudda and 'em
(You's a hoe!)
I just hit the OC
Linked with JermLean
I just popped me a bean
I mean like two or three
I just hit the OC
Linked with JermLean
I just, I just, I just, I just
I just hit the OC
Linked with JermLean