Letras
Long live Mook, long live Mike
Diss on 'em you gon' lose your wife
You say they name in vain, know it's gon' be double-L's in front of your name
Forever tossin' for the gang, nigga
Shit ain't no game, nigga
Don't think we no stains, nigga, or we gon' bust your brain, nigga (aight)
Top died, them niggas know it was me (you know that)
Tris' in, we need a soda or three
She wanna fuck, your bitch legs open for me
I got booked, they thought it was over for me
Your homie was blowin', you wasn't, that's bogus to me
I was just broke, the people weren't noticin' me
I don't wanna see her, the bitch like Otis to me
Kill opps, get money, that's havin' motion to me (you know that)
Lost bro and got back in a week, that's goated to me
I can't get hard, the bitch gotta odor to me
Bouncin' out of them cars on niggas that's older me (come here, come here)
Say when he smoke with the gang, he don't sound sober to me
Your ass gon' die if you try to get over on me (you know that)
Can't go back and forth with a nigga that's broker to me (yo' broke-ass)
Y'all see Popeyes, that bitch ain't open to me
Got a goofy with Jay, I'm takin' his Rollie with me
Bounce out on his ass, that shit like a slow burn
This block got the glitch and this bitch sound broken to me
I'll kill somethin' 'bout her, she feel like a ocean to me
On that picture of Diamond, he don't look woke to me
Backend, what's that? (Bitch, I keep smokin' the Meech)
You good? Sound like you chokin' to me
Opps say they up, sound like they jokin' to me
I was deep on they block, this Drac' gon' open the street
Three really got Will, he right here ghostin' the V
I ain't doin' shit, just right here chokin' to me
She wanna fuck in the shower, I'm right here soakin' to me
Shit wicked like Nardo, who won't smoke with me?
It's a pass out, we givin' smoke for free
He froze up, he don't know how to work his glee
We rolled up, made niggas work they feet
Me and bro ridin' 'round in a two-door Jeep