Letras
(Tuh yeah I'm a smart guy pull up with my niggas yeah, they got the .45s, like nigga we done dropped the 5)
(that nigga Miiir made the beat here we go again!)
If he was smart he wouln't be dissing up on the net(on the net nigga), If he was smart he wouldn't wear it why he got it vest?(why he got a vest?!)
Bitch, yeah we only aiming headshots niggas mad cause I been making they bitches fucking bedrock(made that bed rock!)
If he was smart like Tj Henderson he would've had a pole, broke niggas dissing on my name I told 'em get some dough(get some fucking money)
Tuh bitch I told 'em get some money you a feen nigga you be smoking on that dirty dirty (dirty fucking weed)
I only smoke za nugs bitch I'm scared of shake I'm finna pull the move in this bitch I'm finna run the play(run these fucking plays)
Tuh bitch I'm finna pull the move, pass it to my brodie that's my nigga get the alley-oop
Yeah it's Bronny in this bitch first time rapping but I'm always round the city steady trapping like what's happenin'?(backwoods!)
Like what happened? that nigga made a fucking statement
He wasn't smart his ass gon' get left up on the pavement (Fa-Fa)
Ain't no competition cause we like to take 'em out lil bitch ass nigga got hit in his mama house (where his mama at?!)
Matter fact lil nigga know that I was steppin' Smith and Wesson, I got charged deadly weapon(what you said?!)
Opposition tryna get a nigga but I can't let 'em(I can't let up)
If he play me he get hit with this F.N(Fa-Fa), on my mama nigga he got sent to the heavens(to the what?!)
Matter fact like Steve said we be steppin'(that's my brother), mobbbin' bro we tryna pop shit
Leave a nigga missing he got stuck in the mosh pit, ha-ha dead nigga he ain't really slide for real
Nigga you a bitch you got hit with that 9 for real(with that 9 nigga)
I'm a smart kid lil nigga tryna pop out, who want all the smoke? cause you get hit up watch his mom now
Nigga got hit up lets go and get his fucking mom now
You know Bronny serving through the city he got all the pounds got all the pints
Baby sipped a deuce of trish raw now she ain't feeling right
Smoke a zimmie leaf I feel like bckdoe I'm talking to the moon I'm getting high like where my dough at
I just mixed the red with the green like where my pole at