Letras
I know a boy that used to be my dog
Until I had to put him down was turning snake
His mother should have swallowed him
Cause that bitch know she made mistakes
Trapped your BM cause you saw the bag
And need a place to live
And life ain't even promising to you
So fuck your weed career,we coming through
After this your sister ain't gonna walk with you
Your pops a working man so ask yourself
What would your father do
That's funny,cause you got a son right now
Do what your father do
I'll kidnap your father
Make your father smoke a pound of deuce
I'll give him peace,and there won't be no get back
You ain't from the streets
We all know that you not from the Ps
You from across the street
They know you as a drunk out there
That's why you always dissing me
Shout me out more than my hoes
Sound like you want some dick from me
I feed the body
Bitch, you never fed nobody
I fed killers,I fed shooters
You can't even feed your mommy
Why she still there?
And M bought that bottle that you had in pictures
Had your face all in her puss
And got you Jackin she yo sister
Even beefing with your bitch
Because she rap better Paused her whole career
She got regrets You just a bad nigga
Performed so fake
Until it had you blue up in your face
Then you dropped opened relationship
And DQ got them plays
Bitch, I'm in my bag,don't talk about my drugs
Go post them nips you buying
Remember when you parked the car
Your 40th and started crying?
You got shot at and you left me
Ain't no running in my lanes
You just another dick sucker,claiming foster cause the name
I'm from Harlem, niggas died from hip hop
None of my niggas rap,they wanna crash
They wanna bring that switch out
In that pen with Deuce and I had other niggas cooking